Collected by Karl T. Gosnell For Mary C. Parler Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Betsy Gurloch Russellville, Arkansas November 7, 1958
Reel 271, Item 18
Mother, Mother, That Name So Dear to Me
That name so dear to me,
Sweeter than the roses Or the honey from the bee.
There is no earthly treasure That is half so dear to me As the fondest recollections Of the name "Mother" to me.
How often she has kissed me When she thought I was asleep,
When out beside my bed at night She is saying her prayers.
And from those dear,
Old trembling words
Came first these soft, sweet words,
"May God guide and watch over thee."
But no more I'll hear those dear words, For she has passed away.
But I fancy I can hear them As I did in olden days.
Chorus: Mother, Mother,
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