She goes with me through rain or shine, Like the fortunate leads the unfortunate blind, And when I am lonely for a sister or brother, There’s the cheering thoughts of my dear beloved mother.
Of course she’s in the spirit land, But she walks with me daily hand in hand, And when I’m asleep she’s o’er my bed, That sin may go no farther. Now this teaches us of that mighty love We have in a dear beloved mother.
Oh! mighty Savior, Cometh my last day, And the sound of the golden trumpet My sins bloweth away.
Glory to thy name As I breathe my last breath, Repenteth all whom love him now, Not at the door of death.
Each and every moment His name to me is all Those whom are standing by my dying bed, Remember the trumpet’s last call.
I’ll sing a little song Of you dear one, ’Twill be long as the day And bright like the sun If I dare.
I’ll gather from the garden This big red rose To kiss your cheeks While sweet breezes blow If I dare.
Your face is ne’er out of my dreams Deep in my heart sweet memories bring, Oh! I will love you, dear, you only, Till death with bitterness bring If I dare.
My mind is with you Though my eyes are in tears, My heart is being pierced With Cupid’s golden spear, But yet I’d return If I dare.
Oh! how sad with you Were my past, The present was sweet So long as it lasts.
No one knows, and no one sees, No one gives my heart any ease, Just now.
If I could speak to the one I love My heart would lose that feeling that makes me mourn like a dove, Just now.
Once you shadowed me in my dreams, But that, too, is gone it really seems, Just now.
The years are bringing my sorrow fast And my wakeful nights won’t come to their last, Just now.
The rose that spoke To her dying soul Is the rose ne’er let Our love grow cold.
With each breath She’d sigh and say, This rose tells me There’s a brighter day.
And when that rose Begins to die, She’d kiss its petals, Then tenderly cry.
If I only had a photo Of my happy days To hang on this wall of misery, That’s weakening my better ways.
Oh! come, oh! gentle vision, Of long, long ago, And make that happy picture That I once use to know.
Paint those beautiful eyes, That did always shine And liven my trembling lips That they taught to speak words unkind.