| A | E7 | |
| There are friends who will want you but | just for a day |
| A | |
| There are pals you think true that will | cast you away |
| A7 | D | |
| There's one loving soul boys I'd | sure recommend |
| A | E7 | A | |
| Through this whole world of | sorrow, she'll be | true to the |
| end. |
| E7 | |
| Mother, though her hands are all wrinkled and | old |
| A | |
| Mother, silver hair that has lost all it's | gold. |
| D | |
| You left her alone, went to | learn through the years |
| B7 | E7 | |
| But | all that you left her were | heartaches and tears |
| A | D | |
| So | kiss her old brow, whisper | softly and true |
| Dm | E7 | A | |
| Mother, | you're just an angel and | I love | you. |