American Old Time Song Lyrics: 36 The Song Dear Mother Loved To Sing

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 36

The Song Dear Mother Loved to Sing
Copyright, 1892, by Francis, Day & Hunter.
Written by T. L. Clay. Composed by Theo. Bonheur.

A simple old-world ditty, with a plaintive, sweet refrain,
That had a homely story, told in language smooth and plain;
Yet when dear mother sang it, as we gathered round her knee,
No other music in the world could match its melody!
Could match its melody!

Across the vale of bygone years His tender notes still sweetly ring,
And mem'ry yet to me endears the song my mother used to sing!
It comes as borne on angel wing,
The song my mother used to sing!

My father loved to hear It when at evening we would sit,
And cluster round the firelight, while the shadows quaintly flit;
For it wakened happy mem'ries of the dearly cherished time,
When first she used to sing it in their courtship's golden prime!
In their courtship's golden prime!

And just before she died-it seems but yesterday-
We stood beside the bed where with wand'ring mind she lay,
In feeble accents fell faint echoes of that strain
Which we ne'er from her lips might hear again;
Though long years have flown, yet the spells o'er me cast
And thrice hallowed is each tone with the mem'ries of the past.
So seek where'er ye may no song has charms for me
Like Auld Robin Gray's sweet, plaintive melody!