Each mother’s life is a Rosary,
That she counts o’er and o’er,
Each pearl a recollection
She’ll love forever more. She:
She counted the first bead the day you were born,
The second when you tried to walk,
The third bead she counted, filled her with delight,
‘Twas when she first heard you talk.
And so for each deed she would count a new bead,
And that’s what her dreams were made of;
Smiles, sighs and tears,
Joys, hopes and fears,
Are a mother’s Rosary of love.
So day by day, ever willingly,
She does all she can do,
Each task a deed of gladness,
Her work is never through Such:
Dorr, Eddie; Wood, Leo; and Pfeiffer, E. H., "Mothers Rosary of Love" (1919). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 957.
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