Since My Mother's Dead and Gone.
Copyright, 1880, by Henry J. Wehman.
In that dear old village churchyard.
There I see a mossy mound;
That is where my mother's sleeping
In the cold and silent ground.
Gently waves the weeping willow,
Birds their warble sing at dawn;
But my heart is sad and lonely,
Since my mother's dead And gone.
In that dear old village churchyard
Oft I stray with heart forlorn,
For there's no one left to love me,
Since my mother's dead and gone.
I was young, but I remember
Well the night ray mother died,
When I watched her spirit fading,
Till she called me to her side;
Saying: "Darling, I must leave you,
Angel voices guide me on;
Pray that we may meet in heaven,
When your mother's dead and gone.-Chorus.
Oft I wander to that churchyard,
Flowers to plant with tender care
On the grave of my dear mother-
Darkness finds me weeping there.
Looking at the sky above me,
Waiting for the "heavenly dawn";
There is no one left to love me,
Since my mother's dead and gone- Chorus.