Gentle Mother

By the side of a clear crystal fountain

There stands a lonely churchyard closely by

There's a tombstone decorated with primroses

In the memory of the loved one passed away

Shall I ne'er see a more gentle mother

In the field where the wild flowers grow?

Gathering flowers as they grew amongst the wild woods

And I cherish 'twas no trouble onto 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 field where the wild flowers grow?

I am sorry for that loss I can't recover

'Neath yon willow lies my gentle mother's love

'Neath yon willow lies my gentle mother's love