What a friend we have in mother
What a friend we have in mother Who will all our secrets share We should never keep things from her Tell her all and she'll be there O what tender love she gives us When in sorrow or despair Tell her gently, whisper Tell her gently, whisper softly She will listen, she'll be there Day by day as she grows older She's the nation's shining sun Don't forget the prayers she taught you You will need them where you are Though her hair has truned to silver Send her flowrs sweet and fine Drop a card, or send a letter She'll be waiting, she'll be there When her eyes are closed to slumber Gently kiss her icy brow Fold her hands upon her bosom She will rest in Heaven now When your days are dark and dreary And your cross is hard to bear Do not let your memory fail you Think of mother, she'll be there