By the side of the
pure crystal fountain
There is a lonely
church yard nearby
There's a tombstone
covered over
with primroses
In the memory of a
loved one
passed away
Shall I ner see a
more gentle mother
In the fields where
the wild flowers grow
I am sorrowed
for the loss I
can't recover
Neath yon willow
lies my gentle
mother's love
Some children
take a liking to
their parents
While others fill
their mother's
hearts with pain
But some day they
will be sorry for
their blindness
When the crying
will not bring her
back again
Shall I ner see a
more gentle mother
In the fields
where the wild
flowers grow
I am sorrowed
for the loss I
can't recover
Neath yon willow
lies my gentle
mother's love
Neath yon willow
lies my gentle
mother's love