How Sweet the Name of Mother.
Copyright, 1886, by W. F. Shaw.
Oh, how sweet the dear old name of mother sounds to me
As I wander through the weary day;
How it lightens my poor heart and makes it glad and free,
Shedding sunshine o'er my lonely way.
Every thought of care and sorrow flees just like a dream,
And the little stars of heaven even brighter seem.
As they gently guide me o'er life's drear and restless stream,
Oh, how sweet the name of mother sounds!
Oh, how dear the name of mother,
Softly stealing sweet and free,
With its echo true and constant,
Oh! how sweets it sounds to me.
Ev'ry night and ev'ry day while drifting thro' the yean,
In my dreams I ever plainly see,
Just the same old kindly face as in days gone by,
Vanished now amid the vale of tears.
Naught is left me now in sorrow thro' each fading year,
Bringing recollections sadly with a falling tear.
Save the memory of that name I cherish ever dear,
Oh, how sweet the name of. mother sounds!-Chorus.