A MOTHER IS THE TRUEST FRIEND OF ALL.
Words by Eunice Monroe. Music by Robert Stanton.
We meet with many friendships as we journey o’er life’s way,
And sunny smiles around us oft are cast;
But one is ever faithful, changing ne’er from day to day,
Who always stands beside us till the last,
In poverty or woe, her heart is ever true.
And tho’ the darkest shadows o’er us fall,
She’ll be your truest friend, forever to the end,
A mother is the truest friend of all.
Chorus.
While journeying on thro’ life,
In sorrow or in strife,
No matter what temptations may befall,
You’ll always find a friend,
Who’s faithful to the end,
A mother is the truest friend of all.
You have a loving sister, who will think of you thro’ life,
A brother who will never turn aside;
You’ll know the fond affection of a dear devoted wife,
Whose smile will cheer you on your journey wide;
Perhaps they will be true, when trouble lingers near,
Yet one is sure to answer to your call,
No matter where you roam, her heart is still your home,
A mother is the truest friend of all.—Chorus.
Copyright, 1894, by Frank Tousey, New York, and entered at Stationers’ Hall, London, England. The complete words and music of this song will be sent by mail for 20 cents. Address, Frank Tousey, Publisher, 34 and 36 North Moore St., New York. Catalogues sent free upon application.