My Mother Has Gone on Home

My mo­ther has gone on home

And I am so lone­ly here;

There’s no­thing that seems the same

Since she is no long­er near.

Beautiful mo­ther

gone for­ev­er

Waiting be­side life’s crys­tal riv­er

For the glad com­ing home of friends

She cher­ished while here;

Beautiful mo­ther

free from sor­row

Where I shall join her on the mor­row

Never again the so­lemn hour

Of part­ing to fear!

How dark seem the days to me

The sun now for­gets to shine

On me

as in days of yore

For mo­ther in vain I pine!

I miss her dear smil­ing face

Wherever my foot­steps roam;

I’m long­ing for Heav’n ab­ove

Since mo­ther has gone on home.