The melodies of many lands
Ere-while have charm’d my ear,
Yet
there’s but one among them all
Which still my heart holds dear;
I heard it first from lips I loved,
My tears it then beguiled,
It was the song my mother sang,
When I was but a child.
The melodies of many lands
Ere-while have charm’d my ear,
Yet
there’s but one among them all
Which still my heart holds dear;
I heard it first from lips I loved,
My tears it then beguiled,
It was the song my mother sang,
When I was but a child.