 | The Music of Stephen C. Foster . |  |
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FAREWELL SWEET MOTHER.
[1]
Farewell sweet mother,Weep not, weep not now for me,
Though my soul must wander hither,
Weep not mother now for me.
Soon with an angel band,
I will wander hand in hand,
To a fair and radiant land where
I will wait for thee—
Farewell sweet mother,
Weep not, weep not now for me;
Though my soul must wander hither,
Weep not mother now for me.
[2]
Farewell sweet mother,Every night I've dreamed of thee,
And thy voice was soft and gentle,
Saying pleasant things to me
While you these vigils keep,
Now I lay me down to sleep,
Mother tell me why you weep,
Oh! weep not now for me—
Farewell sweet mother,
Weep not, weep not now for me;
Though my soul must wander hither,
Weep not mother now for me.
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