At last he tired of rambling,
And he longed for peace and rest,
And for his mother’s love he yearned,
His dearest friend and best.
But like a flower neglected,
She had pined away and died.
On earth his only comfort is,
The last words that she cried:—Chorus.
Copyright, 1892, by Frank Tousey. The complete words and music of this song will be sent by mail for 10 cents. Address, Frank Tousey, Publisher, 34 and 36 North Moore Street, New York. Catalogues sent free upon application.