MY MOTHER
(Zeke Clements / Hank Snow)


Hank Snow - 1951





(You're just an angel and I love you)

There are friends who will want you, but just for a day
There are pals you think true, but they'll cast you away
But there's one loving soul, boys, I'll sure recommend
Through this old world of sorrow she'll be true till the end

Mother, though her hands are all wrinkled and old
Mother, silver hair that has lost all the gold
(You left her alone went to roam through the years)
(But all that you left her was heartaches and tears)
So kiss her old brow whisper softly and true
Mother, you're just an angel and I love you

SPOKEN:
On the door of a cottage a wreath sadly hung
And a hearse stood there waiting as the choir softly sung
There were flowers in their beauty and the old Parson he prayed
This was the last tribute as they left for her grave
She won't meet you tonight son when you crave her caress
She has reared you to manhood and now you've laid her to rest
Those flowers in their beauty, ah, to her they're unknown
'Cause tonight she's with the angels up around God's great throne
So don't wait that late, son, to try and repay
Give those flowers and give those treasures and give them today
Let her know that you love her and kinda show her that you care
'Cause she's your mother, God love her, she's as true as a prayer

So kiss her old brow whisper softly and true
Mother, you're just an angel and I love you






(Transcribed by Mel Priddle - November 2013)