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<sf Old Time Songs Tell Mother I'll Be There. |Songs of Long Ago] When I was but a little child, how well 11 I Wanr to See My Molher. recollect On the banks of a lonely river. HOW I would grieve my mother with my I folly and neglect. 1 Ten thousand miles away. And now that she has gone to heaven, 11 I have an aged mother miss her tender care. Whose hair is turning gray. O angels! tell my mother I'll be there. CHORUS. Therc't a Molher Always Wa CHORUS. They blame me not for weeping. Homci Sweet Home. Tell mother I'll be there. In answer to her Oh, blame me not. I pray: prayer. For I -want to see my mother. So you're coins to leave the old home. Ten thousand miles away. Jim. today you're soinc away: This message, guardian angels, to her You're solne amons the city folk to dwell. bear! Tell mother I'll be there, heaven's Joys Today I got a letter. So spoke,a dear old mother to her boy It came from sister, dear; one summer's day. with her to share. If your mind's made up that way I wish Yes, tell my darling mother I'll be there. It spoke of our dear mother— How I wish that she were here. you well. The old home will be lonely, we will miss Though I was often wayward, she was always kind and good. you when you're gone. She said that they had laid her The birds won't sine as sweet when you're So patient, gentle, loving, when I acted Within the cold, cold clay rough and rude. not nleh. On the banks of the lonely river My childhood's griefs and trials she would Ten thousand miles away. But If you are In trouble. Jim, iust write gladly with me share. and let us know. She spoke these words and then she said O angels! tell my mother I'll be there. Oh. I wish I was a little bird. eoodby. I would fly so far away, . When I became a prodigal and left thef ,To the grave beside the river, old rooftree 1 Ten thousand miles away. CHORUS. She almost broke her loving heart in' When sickness overtakes you. mourning after me. When old companions shake you. And day and night she prayed to God to, Sent In by Mrs. M. J. James. Edgecliff. As .throuch the world you wander all alone, keep me in his care. j IWash. When friends you have not any. 0 angels! tell my mother I'll be there. j In your pocket not a penny. There'.s a mother always waiting you at One day a mes.sage came to me. it bade; home, sweet home. me ouickly come '■ If I would see my mother, ere the Savior Ten years later to the village came a took her home. stranger no one knew. 1 promised her before she died lor heavea Thai Wonderfol Mother of Mine. His step was halt and ragged clothes he to prepare. wore. O angelsl tell my mother I'll be there.- I The moon never beams without bringing I The little children laushcd at him as 1 me dreams down the lane he walked. Sent In . by Ed Slckcls, Spokane. I Of that wonderful mother of mine.- , At last he stopped before a cottage door. The birds never sing, but a message they He gently knocked, no sound he heard, he bring thought, "Can she be dead?" The Baltic sea Is the sixth larg- ^ I Of that wonderful mother of mine.- But soon he hears a voice well know to I Just bring back the time that was soj him. 'twas mother's voice: est sea in the world, and has an' sweet to.me: . , Her hair was silvered by the touch of average depth of 122 feet. jjusv bring back the days when I sat upon] time. her knee. " She said. "Thank God, they've sent us back cur Jim." CHORUS. Iwben Mother Flayed the Org»n apd paddy You are a wonderful mother, dear old I Sang a Byfpn. ' mother of mine. You'll hold a spot down deep In my heart Wherever I room, come mem'rles of home, 111! the stars no longer shine. Mem'rlcs I've cherished for ve*"- , Your soul shall live on forever, on through There's a scene divine my poor bcart en-| the fields of time, I Old Time Songs twines; iFor there'll never be another to me. llkci j "Can a Boy Forget His Mother?" How I recall through mr teara. that wonderfvil mother of mine. i!can a boy forget his mother's pray'r. I When he has wandered, God knows where? When mother played the organ and daddy! II pray every night to our father above 1-lt's down the path of death and shame. sang a hymn, , . , _ IFor that wonderful mother of mine. [ But mother's pray'rs are heard the same! The lights were low, the music rfow, It ask him to keep her as long as he can, And the words how well I know. ■ iThat wonderful mother of mine, CHORUS, "Beautiful Isle^ of Bome^^ere hi™ IThere arc treasures on earth tears to their eyes gro-grtng aim, iThat make life seem worth while, Come bftcfc my boy. come back. 1 say. When mother played th# organ and daddy iBut there's none can compare And travel "lit--thy mother's, way! sani: a hymn. IWlth my dear mother'.? smile. Come back, my boy. come back. I say, And travel in thy mother's way! Sent in by Margarcthe Schilke, Newport, Can ft hoy forget his mother's face, Wash. Whose heart was kind and filled with grace? Her loving-voice It echoes sweet: She waits, she longs her boy to meet! \Songs of Long Ago Can a boy forget his mother's door. I When All the World Forgets Yon. I From which he wandered years before? When the great Ughts beckon to J®'-'' I With tears and sighs she said. "Goodby. Old Time Songs And you seek the bright gay. Meet me, my boy. beyond the sky! When new friends ""d fandes call you The Letter Edged In Black. , As you drift along the way, ilcan a boy forget that she la dead. ,,as standing by my window yesterday I You know not what the world may llThoueh many years have passed and Red? I You never have a care, iThose tears, that pray'r. that sweet You never think of home, sweet home. "goodby." Or tbe one who s waltbig there. I She waits to welcome thee on high! ■ When all the world forgets you, And you iind yourself alon®- When a'l your friends desert you Sent in by Edith M... Edwards. Lexing- And you are far from home. Iton. Ore. ___ And^hen'he said. "Gool jaememher, there is some one Who loves and always W"' But hriittirVnew the sorrow that he When all the world f®rgets yoi I There's a mother waiting stuL AS hfhandcS'me a letter edged in black, Ij There comes a ^hne to each one Mother Is the Best Friend After All. CHORUS. When your greatest hoP® *1" .hi truest iTho' many friends are. ours - * , I could hear the postman whistling yes- When your fiends you thought truest ■ When life is strewn with floors— 1 How oft they leave ua when'-che'clouds ■rTtl%nroAS^'^/£ appear. ', • But there Is one whose smile • AB? theSon°Ty" h^^aH^that's watching there Is faithful all the while— ' * . AS he'hffi "me » 1 " And waiting still for you. I Whose loving words are over-fond and I dear. - . ', With trembling hands I took the letter, Send in by Jessie Dolan. Burke. Idaho. I With kindness and with truth-"- In childhood and In youth— • I brokTthrseal, and this Is what it I She cheers us evermore .what eer befall. I Go look the world around— ..Come'hoiie at once. Your dear old fa- I This truth Is ever found— ; Com^^'SoSr'lirboy. your POor old 1A mother Is the best friend after all. \Songs of Long Ago COHRUS. The•Tell laTi" my worVs boy Ithftt want your blm m^her to uttered. "Paint a Rose on the Garden Wall." Then comfort her—and bless her sweet II "I might live a llt"f l®"Ber. dear." 1 and fond caress. ^"SeS^am this letter edged A sick mother said to her som , The happy days of childhood oft recall in black." I "If I could see the roses bloom again. When summer friends depart—you U know iThey are fading one by one. this in your heart— I bared my head in sadness and in sll- iTo an artist who lived across the way A mother Is the best friend after ^11, The ^su"s'hlne from my life h all had ||The boy pleaded in this way- 1 Tho" fortune turn eslde— CHORUS. I And every hope derld^ Since 'the postman brought that letUr II "Please paint a rose on the garden She ever will be constant unto you. "ThiSc"cf'"on!?,'^m "'boy. you poor old [so my Mom will think summer is sii.l The' summer friends depart You know her gentle heart • iThe doSsays she will be taken from mc| Will ever more be faithful, fond and true. The auTr^wo^rds"? Wish I'd SP® when the roses dlsappew.

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