This is Hank Snow version of Mother. Could be what you are looking for.

MY MOTHER

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

CHORUS: Mother, though her hands are all wrinkled and old;
Mother, silver hair that has lost all its gold;
You left her alone, went to roam through the years,
But all that you left her was heartaches and tears.
So kiss her old brow, whisper softly and true,
"Mother, you're just an angel, and I love you."

On the door of a cottage a wreath sadly hung,
And a hearse stood there waiting as the choir softly sung.
There were flowers in their beauty and the Old Parson prayed.
This was the last tribute as they left for her grave. CHORUS

She won't meet you tonight, son, when you crave her caress.
She has reared you to manhood, and now you've laid her to rest.
Those flowers in their beauty, ah! to her they're unknown,
'Cause tonight she's with the angels up around the bright throne. CHORUS

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