Copyright, 1888, by J. D. McCarthy and I. Prager.
I have a fond letter that came
From far distant lands o'er the sea;
A mother I've not seen for years
Now writes that she still thinks of me.
She prays for my safety as well,
No matter wherever I roam,
And she hopes that some day I'll come back
Again to dear mother and home.
'Tis hard to keep back, oh, 'tis hard,
Each fond and affectionate tear,
Whenever I bring to my gaze
The letter from mother so dear,
The letter from mother so dear.
The writing how plainly it tells
That mother is now growing old;
Oh, God! what a joy it would be
Her sweet face again to behold.
"Forget not the promise," she says,
"You made me when leaving my side,
That forever my darling you'd be,
A fond mother's joy And her pride." -Chorus.