 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
MY MOTHER DEAR.
There was a place in childhood that I remember well,
And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell,
And gentle words and fond embrace were giv'n with joy to me,
When I was in that happy place—upon my mother's knee.
And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell,
And gentle words and fond embrace were giv'n with joy to me,
When I was in that happy place—upon my mother's knee.
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When fairy tales were ended, “Good-night,” she softly said,
And kiss'd and laid me down to sleep within my tiny bed;
And holy words she taught me there—methinks I yet can see
Her angel eyes, as close I knelt beside my mother's knee.
And kiss'd and laid me down to sleep within my tiny bed;
And holy words she taught me there—methinks I yet can see
Her angel eyes, as close I knelt beside my mother's knee.
In the sickness of my childhood—the perils of my prime—
The sorrows of my riper years—the cares of every time—
When doubt and danger weighed me down—then pleading all for me,
It was a fervent pray'r to heaven that bent my mother's knee.
The sorrows of my riper years—the cares of every time—
When doubt and danger weighed me down—then pleading all for me,
It was a fervent pray'r to heaven that bent my mother's knee.
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |