I'LL LOVE YOU, MOTHER.
Copyright, 1897, by Wm. E Knodt.
Words and music by Wm. E. Knodt.
In the outskirts of a city lived a mother and her boy,
A curly-headed youngster, her Idol and her joy;
He loved his mother dearly, and ofttimes while at play,
His eyes would wander to her face, And this to her he'd say:
"I'll love you, mother, when I'm far away,
I'll love you, mother, forever and a day;
When you are old and feeble, your aged head is gray,
I'll love you, mother, And for you I'll pray."
Fast the years flew by, the boy by this time to manhood grown,
Loved, honored and respected, so bright his virtues shown;
Fell in with bad companions, those he'd been taught to fear,
Disgraced his name by forgery, now this Is what we hear:
"Don't tell my mother that I forged a name,
Don't tell my mother, 'twould break her heart in twain;
She's getting old and feeble, her aged head Is gray,
Don't tell my mother, that is all I pray."