Sweetest Mother

She’s a lit­tle old fa­shioned

That sweet mo­ther of mine;

There are ma­ny whose beau­ty

Will my mo­ther’s out­shine;

She’s a lit­tle old fa­shioned

As I plain­ly can see

But she is for ev­er

Sweetest mo­ther to me.

She’s a lit­tle old fa­shioned

But she’s sweet­er each day;

I ad­ore her plain fea­tures

And her thin locks of gray;

There’s a glo­ry around her

God ab­ides it may be

And she is for ev­er

Sweetest mo­ther to me.

She’s a lit­tle old fa­shioned

That sweet mo­ther of mine;

Though even her plain­ness

Now my heart­strings en­twine;

Other hands may be fair­er

But none oth­er so dear

For they smoothed my pil­low

For ma­ny a year.

She’s a lit­tle old fa­shioned

She stays close­ly at home

So calm and con­tent­ed

Although oth­ers may roam;

And in ten­der young child­hood

’Twas that home shel­tered me

And she who so graced it

Dearest ev­er shall be.