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