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Eating Fresh Strawberries

We?d walk the fields?we?d work the farm
Go to church arm in arm
Sing the songs, side by side?
We?d find the car and take a ride

We?d gather ?round?and say a prayer
Mom?s fried chicken filled the air
She?d watch us eat?she?d sit and smile
She?d stack the dishes in a pile
And she?d cut fresh strawberries? and give them all to me?

She always dreamed of traveling
Till that day she never flew?
When the angels took her home
Just like God?s angels do?
And the way she was is the way I want to be
I bet she?s eating fresh strawberries and smiling down on me?

We stood outside?it snowed that day?
The wind was cold?the sky was gray?
In winter hats and leather gloves-
The preacher talked about unselfish love?

We said goodbye?we walked away
We all cried and cried that day?
It?s been a while since she passed away?
Some of us still cry today?
But I?d bet she knows she?ll see us all one day?

She always dreamed of traveling
Till that day she never flew?
When the angels took her home
Just like God?s angels do?
And the way she was is the way I want to be
I bet she?s eating fresh strawberries and smiling down on me?

I never knew she loved strawberries?she used to give them all to me