Subject: The complete song Mother by Hank Snow
___ Hank Snow ___
There are friends who will want you, but just for a day,
There are friends you think true, but they'll cast you away;
But there's one loving soul boys I'll sure reccomend,
Through this old world of sorrow she'll be true to the end.
Mother, though her hands are all wrinkled and old,
Mother, silver hair that has lost all its' gold;
You left her alone, went to roam through the years,
But all that you gave her was heartaches and tears;
So kiss her old brow, whisper softly and true,
Mother, you're just an angel and I love you.
On the door of a cottage a wreath sadly hung,
And a hearse stood there waiting while the choir softly sung;
There were flowers in their beauty and the old parson 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 not known,
'Cause tonight she's with the angels around God's great throne;
So don't wait that long son to try and repay,
But give those flowers and give those treasures and give them today;
Let her know that you love her, and 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.