A Mother's Love Is A Blessing
An Irish boy was leaving
Leaving his native home.
Crossing the broad Atlantic,
Once more he wished to roam.
And as he was leaving his mother
Who was standing on the quay,
He threw his arms around her waist
And this to her did say...
A mother's love is a blessing
No matter where you roam.
Keep her while she's living
You'll miss her when she's gone.
Love her as in childhood,
When feeble, old and grey,
For you'll never miss a mother's love
Till she's buried beneath the clay.
And as the years go onward
I'll settle down in life
And I'll choose a nice young colleen
And take her for my wife
And as the babes grow older
They'll play around my knee
I'll teach them the very same lesson
That my mother taught to me.
A mother's love is a blessing
No matter where you roam,
Keep her while she's living,
You'll miss her when she's gone.
Love her as in childhood
When feeble, old and grey
For you'll never miss a mother's love
Till she's buried beneath the clay.
A mother's love is a blessing
No matter where you roam.
Keep her while she's living,
You'll miss her when she's gone.
Love her as in childhood
When feeble, old and grey,
For you'll never miss a mother's love
Till she's buried beneath the clay.
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