Some Mother’s Child

At home or away

In the al­ley or street

Wherever I chance

In this wide world to meet

A girl that is thought­less

Or a boy that is wild

My heart ech­oes soft­ly

It is some mo­ther’s child.

Some mo­ther’s child

Some mo­ther’s child

My heart ech­oes soft­ly

It is some mo­ther’s child.

And when I see those

O’er whom long years have rolled

Whose hearts have grown hard­ened

Whose spir­its are cold

Be it wo­man all fall­en

Or man all de­filed

A voice whis­pers sad­ly

It is some mo­ther’s child.

Some mo­ther’s child

Some mo­ther’s child

A voice whis­pers sad­ly

It is some mo­ther’s child.

No mat­ter how deep

He is sunk­en in sin

No mat­ter how much

He is shunned by his kin

No mat­ter how foul

Is the fount­ain of his joy

Tho’ guil­ty and loath­some

He is some mo­ther’s boy.

Some mo­ther’s boy

Some mo­ther’s boy

Tho’ guil­ty and loath­some

He is some mo­ther’s boy.

That head hath been pil­lowed

On ten­der­est breast

That form hath been wept o’er

Those lips have been pressed

That soul hath been prayed for

In tones sweet and mild

For her sake deal gent­ly

With some mo­ther’s child.

Some mo­ther’s child

Some mo­ther’s child.

For her sake deal gent­ly

With some moth­er’s child.