The sun had kiss’d the hills “goodbye” all nature was at rest
When by a stream, I stood to dream, of one I loved the best
I’ve brought but sorrow to her heart, my life I’ve lived in vain
Last night I dream’d, last night it seem’d, that I was young again.
I was dreaming in the ev’ning of an old sweetheart,
So far away, so far away,
I could hear her gently sighing, I could hear her cry
For the boy who went astray
I love that brow all furrowed now, I love those eyes that shine
For there’s not another sweetheart in this wide, wide world,
Like that dear old Mother of mine.
There comes a time when hearts like mine, are fill’d with deep regret
The world they’d live again to live, with one they ne’er forget
Like me, they hear a pleading voice and o’er the wasted years
They see a face, a dear sweet face, shine thro’ a mist of tears.
Pascoe, Richard W.; Von Holstein, Hans; and Sanders, Alma M., "That Dear Old Mother Of Mine" (1915). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1881.
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