Remember Mother's Lessons When A Child.
Copyright, 1887, by Willis Woodward & Co.
How well do I remember the lesson that I learn'd
In childhood from my mother fond and true;
In accents full of joy she'd say, my darling boy,
Now don't forget what I am telling you:
As through this life you go you'll meet with many a foe,
Temptations, too, will oft beset your way;
But when you kneel at night, ask God to guide you right
In all your actions each succeeding day.
Then do not forget the lesson that you learn'd
In childhood at your loving mother's knee;
In thoughts of love so true she'll still remember you,
Tho' far from home And mother you may be.
Those lessons that I learn'd I think of with sweet pride,
And cherish those fond mem'ries dear to me;
Companions they have been in childhood oft I ween,
Since when I left my darling mother's knee.
As older now I grow And think of years gone by,
One thought of mother helps me on my way;"
God bless her dear old face, none other can replace
Affections you receive in childhood's day.-Chorus