MOTHER

There are friends who will want you, but just for a day.
Pals you think true, they'll all cast you away.
But there's one loving soul, boys, I'd sure recommend
Through this whole world of sorrow she'll be true to the end.

Mother, though her hands are all callused and old.
Mother, silver hair that has lost all its gold.

You left alone, went to roam through the years ,
And all that you left her was heartache and tears.
So kiss her old brow and whisper softly and true:
"Mother, you're just an angel and I love you."

Now on a door of a cottage, a wreath sadly hung,
And a hearse stood there waiting as a choir softly sung.
The flowers in their beauty, and the old parson he prayed.
It was a last tribute, as we left for her grave.

Now she don't need you tonight, son, when you crave her caress.
She reared you to manhood, and now you laid her to rest.
Those flowers in their beauty, while to her they're unknown,
Cuz she's with the angels up around that great throne.

So don't wait that late, son, to try to and repay,
Give those flowers and those treasures, but give them today.
Let her know that you love her, and show her that you care,
Because she's your mother, God love her, she as true as a prayer.

So kiss her old brow and whisper softly and true,
"Mother, you're just an angel and I love you."