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
