Now there are friends that would want you, but just for one day,
Now you'd think true, boys, but they'll pass you away,
But there's one loving soul that I'll sure recommend,
Thru this old world of sorrow she'll be true to till the end.


It's Mother, though her hands are all wrinkled and old
Mother, silvery hair that lost most the gold,
As she left me to roam thru all of the years,
But all that I gave her was heartaches and tears.


Now, I kissed her old brow and whispered softly and low
Mother, now you're just an angel but I still love you.


Now it was a door of a cottage and a wreath sadly hung
And a hearse stood outside waiting and the choir softly sung,
And the flowers were mere beauty, ah, and the Old Parson prayed
This was the last tribute before we left for her grave.


Now she won't meet you tonight, son, when you crave her caress
She has reared you to manhood and now you're laying her to rest
And those flowers and those treasures, to her they're unknown,
For soon she'll be with the angels up around God's great throne.


It's not always late folks to try and repay
Give those flowers and give those treasures and give them today,
And tell her that you love her while she's still with you,
For she's your Mother, God love her, she's as true as a prayer.


Now, I kissed her old brow and whispered softly and low
Mother, now you're just an angel but I still love you.

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