GENTLE MOTHER
(Eamonn  Francis Campbell)

as recorded by Ann Breen


By the side of a clear crystal fountain,
There stands a lonely churchyard closely by;
There's a tombstone, decorated with primroses
In the memory of a loved one passed away.

Shall I ne'er see a more gentle mother
In the fields where the wild flowers grow,
Gathering flowers as they grow among the wild wood,
And I cherished was no trouble onto you.

Some children take a liking to their parents,
While some others fill their mothers' hearts with pain,
But some day they will be sorry for their blindness,
When crying will not bring her back again!

Shall I ne'er see a more gentle mother
In the fields where the wild flowers grow.
I am sorry for the loss I can't recover;
'Neath yon willow lies my gentle mother's love,
'Neath yon willow lies my gentle mother's love.




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - October 2018)