1 How often now I ponder at night when all is still,
Until my heart with longing and sadness then does fill:
I seem to see my mother, her loving face aglow;
She's sitting near me once again, and singing soft and low.
O mother, sing a song to me you sand in days of your;
O sing some sweet old melody you once sang o'er and oe'r:
Those dear old songs of childhood, I love them more and more!
O mother, sing a song to me you sand in days of yore.
2 How soft were her caresses when cares on her were laid;
How swift into contentment our sorrows then would fade:
No other voice bu mother's could drive the tears away;
No mem'ry of my childhood can sweeter be today. [Chorus]
3 Now that the years have vanished and childhood days have passed,
The years at home with mother they hurried, O, so fast!
But mem'ry still brings to me a picture ever dear;
'Tis always that of mother, whose voice I long to hear. [Chorus]
Display Title: My Mother's SongsFirst Line: How often now I ponder at night when all is stillTune Title: [How often now I ponder at night when all is still]Author: J. J. B.Date: 1916Subject: Special Selections |