The mother - Webb, George J.

📄

Vorschau noch nicht erstellt

PDF öffnen ↗

PDF

PDF herunterladen

◈ Genre → Partsongs ♬ Besetzung → SATB ¶ Sprache → Englisch

Stimmen 4

Instrumente A cappella

Seiten 8

CPDL Nr. 79240

Bearbeiter David Anderson

Veröffentlicht 2024-02-23

Lizenz Personal

Schlagwörter

Pages_using_DynamicPageList3_parser_function Posted_in_February_2024 More_than_90_days_old More_than_30_days_old CPDL_792xy

¶Liedtext

Mother, mother, I remember When I climbed upon your knee, And from New Year to December One long smile you bent on me. Mother, mother, sits it sadly On my heart to think that I Often in my boyhood, madly Bade that bosom heave the sigh. Mother, mother, I remember When you blest the truant youth, Fanning with your prayer the ember— Fading ember of the truth. Mother, mother, sits it sadly On my heart to think that where Wild adventure led me, gladly I forgot your tender prayer. Mother, mother, I remember, On my arm you leant alone, When by age’s bleak November Withered hopes were round you strewn. Mother, mother, sits it sadly On my heart to think me, where Manhood plead the debt, how badly I returned your early care. Mother, mother, I remember (Ah, that dark, that fatal day!) When, in dreary, chill December, Wild I wept above your clay. Ever—ever—vainly—sadly— Now that I am growing gray, I remember—oh! how madly— All the love I tossed away! Mother, mother, to remember When I climbed upon your knee, Till expires life’s latest ember, One long sigh I heave for thee. God!—when time life’s cord shall sever— Strangers treading o’er my clay— Oh forget—as I may never— All the love I tossed away!