Are silent, and swiftly have taken the wing.
No one but mother can cheer me to-day,
No one for me could so fervently pray.
None to console me, no kind friend is near;
Mother would comfort me if she were here.
CHORUS.
Gently her hand o’er my forehead she’d press,
Trying to free me from pain and distress;
Kindly she’d say to me, “Be of good cheer,
Mother will comfort you; mother is here.”