When Your Mother Leaves This World.
Copyright, 1891, by A. M. Hall.
Words and Music by Wm. Dowling.
Time has swiftly glided by since childhood's golden years;
It seems but only yesterday I first shed bitter tears;
Whispered words of blessing that a dying mother gave,
And when the last sad scene of all, that resting place, the grave.
Oh, could I only now recall one hour from childhood days.
Bring back again the happy past, a mother's love and praise;
Friends will often come and go, as life we journey on,
But when your mother leaves this world, your dearest friend is gone.
Treat your dear old mother always with respect,
Her welfare and her happiness you never should neglect;
Soon life's care and trials forever will be done,
Then when your mother leaves this world, your dearest friend is gone.
Mem'ry treasures in the heart the home of long ago;
The church-yard and the grassy mound in spring when flowers grow;
They're often moistened with the tears of sister, brother, friend.
While kneeling o'er that silent grave and prayers to heaven send.
Respect and love her while she's here, 'tis only honor due,
When cares of life environ thee, she's always kind and true,
For when at last she leaves this world, a sweeter life to dawn,
The truth you'll sadly realize, your dearest friend is gone.-Chorus.