THE OLD GOLDEN LOCKET MY MOTHER USED TO WEAR
Copyright, 1888, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words and Music by Raymond A. Wilson.
It is many years ago since my mother passed away,
And left me in this wide, wide world to roam,
Still I have one memory sweet of the village and the church,
And of mother in that dear old fashioned home;
She said, "my boy, be upright, and never go astray,
Be like your poor old father, who struggled day by day,
So now this golden treasure I leave for you to keep,
For perhaps on earth my love not long you'll share;
But if ever you are tempted just open this, and think
Of this old golden locket your mother used to wear."
She said, "my boy, this locket is all I can give,
Ever keep it sacred as long as you live,
'Twas the gift of your dear father; " so that is why I care
For this old golden locket my mother used to wear.
Oh, I often sob and sigh, as the tears roll from my eye,
When thinking of my dear old happy home,
For I know that one I loved and who taught me when a child,
Now in yonder heaven far away doth roam;
Yes, father and dear mother are lying now asleep,
Within the village churchyard where silent willows weep,
I often go with blessings where my dear parents lie,
And I place a little flower sadly there;
So I'll always think of them, and a treasure fondly dear
Is this old golden locket my mother used to wear.-Chorus.