Who fed me from her gentle breast
And hushes me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother
                      
When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sung sweet lullaby
And rocked me that I should not cry?
My Mother
                         
Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping in my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother
                    
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye
And wept, for fear that I should die?
My Mother
 
Who ran to help me when I fell
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother
 
Who taught my infant lips to pray,
To love God's holy word and day,
And walk in wisdom's pleasant way?
My Mother
 

Author Unknown