Collected by Joe Bob Wheeler For M.C. Parler Transcribed by Linda Humphrey
Sung by Mrs. Fannie Mays Fayetteville, Ark.
June 12, 1960 Reel 376 Item 2
The evening shadow gathered And the days of toil are done,
Often time my thoughts turn backwards To my happy childhood home
I can see my precious mother,
Tender, loving, young, and fair;
Oh, it seemed almost ike heaven When my mother dear was there.
Oh my mother, precious mother,
Truest earthly friend I ever knew; There's no other like your mother, Some glad day I'm coming home to you.
Oh how tenderly we loved her,
This sweet angel mother dear,
How she shared our every sorrow,
Kissed away our every tear.Precious Mother continued
She was always kind and patient, Spreading sunshine everywhere,
Oh it's hard to find another Who with mother could compare.
There was that day I'll never forget it, As the sun set in the west,
Ere she reached her fortieth summer Jesus called her home to rest.
Leaving Father and us children, Broken-hearted and alone,
Friends were kind and sympathetic,
But it never again was home.
Then one day a sweet voice whispered Let me all your burdens share And I trusted all to Jesus,
And he lifted every care.Precious Mother continued
Now I'm longing for his coming hack To earth to claim his own,
And I'll live with him and Mother In that great eternal home.
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