Another song with the same title, from the Library of Congress:


A BOY’S BEST FRIEND IS HIS MOTHER.
Words and music by Ben Williams, ©1883.

1. I’ve been thinking, of late, of the time that’s passed away,
Of friends in whom I could confide;
Of my dear old mother’s knee which around I used to play.
How I missed her sweet face when she died!
How well her I loved, no one can tell.
Like her, I could never love another.
It always gave her joy to kiss her darling boy.
I’ve found that my best friend was my mother!

CHORUS: So do what you can for her while she is here.
Don’t trust in your sister or your brother.
Oh, the friend in my need was a friend to me indeed.
God bless her, my own dear mother.

2. When you’re sick in your bed and your money is all gone,
Then by your friends you will be scorned;
But your mother she will watch by your bedside night and day,
And pray for you ev’ry eve and morn.
When you are in trouble, on friends you call;
What good is your sister or your brother?
From you they’ll turn away, so think of what I say:
You’ll find that your best friend is your mother.

3. Now always try and treat your old mother with respect,
For she’s the one that cares for you;
So remember what I say, and never once neglect
Your old mother so tried and so true;
For when she is laid in her cold grave,
Like her you will never find another;
And when the scented flow’rs so sadly o’er her wave,
You’ll find that your best friend was your mother.