MOTHER'S WEDDING RING.
Copyright. 1885, by Alberto Himan.
I was sitting in the twilight, yes, many years ago,
When my mother came and knelt down by my side,
She had come to say good-bye, and a tear bedimmed her eye,
For her sailor boy be was her joy And pride.
Must you go so far away, now I'm getting old and gray?
Perhaps on earth we'll ne'er meet any more,
Take this ring with you to sea, your father gave it me,
And wear it till the dream of life is o'er.
'Tis a token that I treasure with tenderest of care,
As the baby to its mother's neck doth cling;
I love it with all my heart, from It I ne'er shall part,
For it is my dear old mother's wedding-ring.
If I could but see her face as I have in days gone by,
When she used to clasp me tightly to her breast,
For I was her pride and Joy, all, yes her only boy,
And she lavished on me love that knew no rest.
My mother, old and gray, from this earth has passed away,
But to this token I will fondly cling,
I will cherish it for years', bedew it with my tears,
For it is my dear old mother's wedding-ring.-Chorus.