American Old Time Song Lyrics: 27 Sleep, Mother, Sleep
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 27
SLEEP, MOTHER, SLEEP
Home hath lost it- charm -mother is not there,
Angels came and wafted her away:
Dark is her room and vacant is her chair,
Gone to realms that never know decay.
And returning seasons in their varied course
Wreathe her grave in flowers and in snow.
While across the bosom that soothed us to repose
Oft the bleak and cruel wind- doth blow.
Sleep, mother, sleep, thy toils forever o'er,
Peacefal be thy rest from worldly care;
God. whose love is greater than mortals can bestow,
. His called thee to a happier, brighter sphere.
Oft have thine eyes been dimm'd with saddened tears
As our wayward feet thou soughtest to guide,
Planning out our future, full of hopes and fears.
Faithful and true, whatever might betide.
Well I remember how fondly she caressed.
And with sweet lullaby soothed each aching dart.
But she is gone numbered with the blest.
And in heaven I'll meet her, never more to part.- Chorus.