American Old Time Song Lyrics: 33 Mother Is A Mother Still

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 33

MOTHER IS A MOTHER STILL.
Copyright, 1891, by Chas. F. Pidgin.
Words by Chas. F. Pidgin. Music by J. W. Wheeler.

An erring son may crimes commit; forget the lessons of his youth;
May steal or forge or counterfeit, but there remains one loving truth:
Whate'er he does, one heart forgives-in sympathy one's eyes will fill;
Despite his acts, while he yet lives, his mother is his mother still.
Despite his acts, while he yet lives, his mother is his mother still.

Refrain.
Happy child with such a mother, one who loves till death does part;
Nothing can her deep love smother, suff'ring wins a mother's heart.
Poor return was made for kindness, pleasure found in doing ill;
But, despite this willful blindness, mother is a mother still.

Her child, her boy, her little one in trouble is and deep disgrace.
One thought she has-he is her son, and she sees but that pretty face.
Ah! can it be long years ago it looked in her's, with smiles did fill;
Yes, time turns back its onward flow, her baby is her baby still.
Yes, time turns back its onward flow, her baby is her baby still.-Refrain.

A daughter with a fair, sweet face may break her trusting parents' hearts.
For beauty may lead to disgrace that from a home And kindred parts.
A sad-eyed form will sit and wait and say, "She'll come, I know she will! "
The lost one finds the open gate, her mother is her mother still.
The lost one finds the open gate, her mother is her mother still.-Refrain.

That curly head that nestled to her bosom warm, her little girl-
And this is she! Can it be true? This wreck thrown up by passion's whirl.
Not so! she sees another face brought back by mem'ry's touch at will,
And on her breast, the old-time place, her darling is her darling still.
And on her breast, the old-time place, her darling is her darling still.-Refrain.