Show YOUR MOTHER I Frank D. Felt v Who was the friend of your cradle Who was so so And all the with a song or She busied the days for Who was so patient from year to Who came to banish each childish Who heard the story and dried the tear Your Whose heart was lashed to those restless feet And must follow each step they Could nought but hope and a prayer whose toas the heart to Who be should you rise or Who teas to harken to hear your Your Who often lest a tear should When the troubles of life Who gives the love from her hungry The love we so oft Who never falters friends may Who is your courage when foes Who keeps her faith to the end of the trail Your |