There Is No One Like Mother to You.
Copyright. 1893, by Frank Harding.
Words and Music by J. K. Lucier.
As we float on the tide of the river of life,
The friends that we meet they are few,
And often I think, when in sorrow or strife,
Of a friend that was tender and true;
How her cool, loving fingers would rest on my brow,
When I suffered front sickness and pain,
And my eyes fill with tears as I realize now
I'll ne'er see my mother again.
Treat your old mother with love and respect, always be tender and true;
Don't for a moment her wishes neglect, there is no one like mother to you.
And oft in the evening, on going to rest,
My mother would kneel by my side,
And teach me the prayers that she thought were the best,
My footsteps, so wayward, to guide,
And when I remember her kindness to me,
How she soothed all my sorrows and fears,
And I know that my mother I'll nevermore see,
These words seem to ring in my ears:- Chorus.