With water bathed my brow;
And all with such a gentle touch—
I wish she’d do it now.
But she will come; she’ll be at home
To-morrow night; and then
I hope that she will never be
So long away again.
MY MOTHER
My mother, my kind mother,
With water bathed my brow;
And all with such a gentle touch—
I wish she’d do it now.
But she will come; she’ll be at home
To-morrow night; and then
I hope that she will never be
So long away again.
MY MOTHER
My mother, my kind mother,