A mother's love's a blessing, no matter where you roam Keep her while she's living, you'll miss her when she's gone Love her as in childhood, though feeble, old and grey For you'll never miss a mother's love, till she's buried beneath the clay
A mother's love's a blessing, no matter where you roam Keep her while she's living, you'll miss her when she's gone Love her as in childhood, though feeble, old and grey For you'll never miss a mother's love, till she's buried beneath the clay