Clinging to her, crying “Mother, good night!”
Low hung my head in shame.
“Mother,” I cried, “can you forgive?”
With faltering step I went to her,
And never a word did mother speak,
But the salt grew wet on her glowing cheek,
And joy came back to us.
Clinging to her, crying “Mother, good night!”
Low hung my head in shame.
“Mother,” I cried, “can you forgive?”
With faltering step I went to her,
And never a word did mother speak,
But the salt grew wet on her glowing cheek,
And joy came back to us.