1 There was a place in childhood,
That I remember well;
And there a voice of sweetest tone,
Bright fairy tales did tell;
And gentle words and fond embrace
Were giv’n with joy to me,
When I was in that happy place,
Upon my mother’s knee.
My mother dear, my mother dear,
My gentle, gentle mother.
2 When fairy tales were ended,
"Good night," she softly said,
And kissed, and laid me down to sleep,
Within my tiny bed;
And holy words she taught me there;
Methinks I yet can see
Her angel eye, as close I knelt
Beside my mother’s knee,
My mother dear, my mother dear,
My gentle, gentle mother.
3 In sickness of my childhood,
The perils of my prime,
The sorrows of my riper years,
The cares of every time:
When doubt and danger weighed me down,
Then pleading all for me,
It was a fervent prayer to Heav’n
That bent my mother’s knee.
My mother dear, my mother dear,
My gentle, gentle mother.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16744