I hear the low winds sweeping through
every bush and tree, Where my dear Mother’s
Sleeping away from home and me.
Tears from my eyes are flowing, and
sorrow shades my brow; cold in the grave
She’s Sleeping, no I have no mother
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.
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-
Her dearest presence; only, could make me
weep no more. It
She has gone from me to heaven, Deep sor-
row shades my brow, The sacred tie is
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