Gentle Mother

By the side of a clear crystal fountain

There stands a lonely churchyard closely by

There's a tombstone decorated with prim-roses

In the memory of a loved one passed away

Shall I ne'er see a more gentle mother

In the fields where the wild flowers grow

Gathering flowers as they grow among the wild woods

And I cherished was no trouble on to you

Some children take a liking to their parents

While some others fill their mothers hearts with pain

But some day they will be sorry for their blindness

When crying will not bring her back again

Shall I ne'er see a more gentle mother

In the fields where the wild flowers grow

I am sorry 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