MOTHER CALLS HER "ANGEL."
Copyright, 1896, by H. R. Basler.
Words and music by Horace R. Basler.
In dreams last night a voice like music whispered in my ear,
Giving me advice in tender words so true,
It spoke of one whose love I prize, as "Angel, pure and sweet,"
And in words like these it thrilled me thro' and thro'.
I promised dearest mother-'twas her dear voice I heard-
That should temptation enter in my mind,
I'd think of home and childhood and those happy days I spent,
And would keep my vow to mother, good and kind.
For I love a little maid, yes, with a love that ne'er will fade,
And heart filed with love for thee who soon my bride will be;
My life seems a happy dream, I think of only my Irene,
A fairer one I've never seen, And mother calls her "Angel."
Come darling, sit beside me, I have something sweet to say,
'Tis the secret of the heart which tonus for thee;
Dear mother's tender words last night have 'roused my love for you,
And to call you "bride" my heart would happy be;
I love you, oh, so dearly, my little sweetheart true,
The very world seems brighter when you're near:
I'll guard you like a tender plant that blooms and knows no care.
Little darling one, I love you, love you dear.-Refrain.