MOTHER IS MY SWEETHEART.
Copyright, 1890, by Chas. W. Held.
Words by Ed. E. Pidgeon. Music by Wm. E. Slafer.
Mem'ry oft recalls the picture of a time-worn rocking-chair,
And a silv'ry-haired old matron with her knitting sitting there;
How her face with joy would lighten as she'd press me to her side:
And those loving eyes would brighten, When I'd cry, in boyish pride:
Mother, you're my sweetheart; you're my pride and joy!
Will you always love, as now. your own, darling boy?
Twine, your arms about me, from me never part.
Mother mild, come kiss your child; mother, my sweetheart.
Those were happy, happy moments; I no care or sorrow knew;
Only knew I loved my mother as I thought I ought to do;
I would be her gallant soldier, her protector, lord and king;
Crown her dear, gray locks with jewels; then, again, to her I'd sing:-Chorus.
Many years have left their changes, now the old home's in decay;
And the dear, familiar faces, like the dream, have passed away;
But my heart still wanders backward, when a happy child at play,
How, in mother's arms, I nestled when to her I used to say:-Chorus.