American Old Time Song Lyrics: 29 Mother Is My Sweetheart

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 29

MOTHER IS MY SWEETHEART.
Copyright, 1890, by Chas. W. Held.
Words by Ed. E. Pidgeon. Music by Wm. E. Slafer.

Mem'ry oft recalls the picture of a time-worn rocking-chair,
And a silv'ry-haired old matron with her knitting sitting there;
How her face with joy would lighten as she'd press me to her side:
And those loving eyes would brighten, When I'd cry, in boyish pride:

Chorus.
Mother, you're my sweetheart; you're my pride and joy!
Will you always love, as now. your own, darling boy?
Twine, your arms about me, from me never part.
Mother mild, come kiss your child; mother, my sweetheart.

Those were happy, happy moments; I no care or sorrow knew;
Only knew I loved my mother as I thought I ought to do;
I would be her gallant soldier, her protector, lord and king;
Crown her dear, gray locks with jewels; then, again, to her I'd sing:-Chorus.

Many years have left their changes, now the old home's in decay;
And the dear, familiar faces, like the dream, have passed away;
But my heart still wanders backward, when a happy child at play,
How, in mother's arms, I nestled when to her I used to say:-Chorus.