I hear the low winds sweeping through
every bush and tree, Where my dear Mother’s
Sleeping away from home and me.
chorus
Tears from my eyes are flowing, and
sorrow shades my brow; cold in the grave
She’s Sleeping, no I have no mother
now.
2. I see the pale moon shining an on
Mother’s white tomb-stone. The rose
bush ‘round it twining it’s Just
like me alone.
chorus
It’s Just like me a-weeping, cold dew
drops damp my brow; It Just like me
aweeping, I have no mother now.
3. My life is, o, so lonely, my heart is trouble-
ed sore
Her dearest presence; only, could make me
weep no more. It
chorus
She has gone from me to heaven, Deep sor-
row shades my brow, The sacred tie is
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