American Old Time Song Lyrics: 20 Mothers Locks Of Snow
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 20
MOTHER'S LOCKS OF SNOW.
Copyright, 1887, by T. B. Kelley.
It seems to me but yesterday. though long, long years have fled,
When mother danced me on " her knee, while tender words she said;
She called me her own darling child, and fondly me caress'd.
she'd sing to me until I'd fall a sleeping on her breast.
Methinks I see her gentle smile, her noble, winsome face,
Methinks I see that faultless form, the regime of grace;
. At sunrise she would take my hand, and in the fields we'd go.
I'd pick wild flowers, and mingle them with mother's locks of snow
Mother's locks of snow, I oft gaze in the locket that she gave me long ago,
Her dear old face is smiling there, so gentle and so fair;
Tho' main years have passed since I a mother's love did know.
I cherish still that simple curl of mother's locks of snow.
No more she'll sing those songs to me I loved so well to hear.
In memory I seem to hear her voice so soft and clear;
She was too pure for this cold world, but anguish filled my heart.
To hear her say as death drew near, one kiss, dear, ere we part.
Her spirit fled, " and on her grave I've planted flowers rare,
They bud and bloom, and fade away, as did her face so fair:
Tho many years have passed since I a mother's love did know,
I cherish still that simple curl of mother's locks of snow -Chorus.