Mother, Do Not Weep for Me.
Copyrighted by Glenn & Doutrick.
Words by Jos. I. Glenn. Music by Chas. C. Doutrick.
Kiss me, mother, I am going to the home of angels blest.
Where there's never any weeping, where the soul will be at rest.
We will meet where there's no parting, but eternal life shall be;
Though this parting makes you weary, mother, do not weep for me.
Good-bye, mother, I am dying, it's so dark I cannot see.
Kiss me now, but when I leave you, mother, do not weep for me.
"Good-bye, mother, I am dying, come and kiss me ere I go!" '
Spoke a mother's little darling, while her tears did downward flow;
Then she to her aching bosom, softly, gently, raised its head;
Kissed him with a mother's fervor, ere her little one was dead.-Chorus.
In that home that once was happy, there is nothing now but gloom;
On the door-bell crape is hanging, shutters cov'd a darkened room.
Some one's lost a little darling, some one's pacing now endears;
Some one's mem'ry will be cherished, some one's joy now end in tears.--Cho.