The Rose Mother Planted For Me by T.L. Newton
(mmmmm) I’m going back home in the valley…
To mother’s old home by the hill…
The roses still grow by the window,
And memories are living there still….
I’ll wear the white rose mother planted for me;
Her heart full of love so
divine,…
And there I will stay,
just to
linger and pray, For her love to me is a shrine;… When
shadows are falling I hear her sweet voice,
Through the window where roses entwine…
I will wear a
white rose on my heart today,
That was planted by sweet mother mine… (ahhhh)
The days of my youth in the valley…
Come rushing once more into view…
And mother I see
by the roses,
Still smiling on me all day through….
I’ll wear the white rose mother planted for me;
Her heart full of love so
divine,…
And there I will stay,
just to linger and pray,
For her love to me
is a shrine;… When shadows are falling I hear her sweet voice,
Through the window where roses entwine…
I will wear a white rose on my heart today,
That was planted by sweet mother mine… (mmmmm) (ahhhh)