You ask me why I fell in love with you,
I’m going to tell you the truth, dear,
I’m going to tell you the truth.
The reason why I fell in love with you,
Is because, my darling,
I find that you always bring to my mind
A certain someone
I have loved since before I cut a tooth.
You remind me of my mother
my mother was a lot like you,
So many little things you do
I find they bring to mind my mother,
I never thought there’d be another
Would have that sweet appeal,
Or could make me feel, that the old fool world was real
I’ve got a tin-type of my mother
When mother was a girl like you
You look a lot alike you two,
Her hair was just as fair, her eyes used to twinkle just the same as your eyes do,
You remind me of my mother that’s why I love you.
I never knew you fell in love with me,
I’m glad you told me the truth, dear,
I’m glad you told me the truth.
‘Twas such a lovely thing to say to me,
For I know the love of mother
Is a love that’s like no other,
The sweetest thought that
ever could be whispered by a youth.
Cohan, George M., "You Remind Me of My Mother" (1922). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1748.
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