I hear the low winds sweeping
Through every bush and tree
Where my dear mother’s sleeping
Away from home and me
Cold in the grave she’s lying
And sorrow shapes my brow
She’s gone from me to Heaven
I have no mother now
I see the pale moon shining
On mother’s white tombstone
With roses o’er entwining
They’re just like me and her
They’re just me a weeping
As sorrow shapes my brow
She’s gone from me to heaven
I have no mother now
Sad was the hour of parting
In a voice so low and sweet
She said loved ones I’m dying
We must in Heaven meet
Oh yes we’ll meet dear mother
On that eternal shore
And dwell as one in Heaven
Where parting comes no more
Oh yes we’ll meet dear mother
On that eternal shore
And dwell as one in Heaven
Where parting comes no more