Jan 27, 2008
By the side of a cool crystal fountain
There stands a lonely churchyard closely by
There's a gravestone decorated with primroses
In the memory of a loved one passed away
Shall I ne'er see you more gentle mother
In the fields where the wild flowers grow
Gathering flowers as they grew amongst the wild woods
And I cherish twas no trouble unto you.
Some children take a liking to their parents
While some others fill their mother's hearts with pain
But some day they will be sorry for their blindness
When crying will not take her back again
Shall I ne'er see you more gentle mother
In the fields where the wild flowers grow
I am sorry for that loss I can't recover
'Neath yon willow lies my gentle mother's love.
By the side of a cool crystal fountain
There stands a lonely churchyard closely by
There's a gravestone decorated with primroses
In the memory of a loved one passed away
Shall I ne'er see you more gentle mother
In the fields where the wild flowers grow
Gathering flowers as they grew amongst the wild woods
And I cherish twas no trouble unto you.
Some children take a liking to their parents
While some others fill their mother's hearts with pain
But some day they will be sorry for their blindness
When crying will not take her back again
Shall I ne'er see you more gentle mother
In the fields where the wild flowers grow
I am sorry for that loss I can't recover
'Neath yon willow lies my gentle mother's love.