by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

Kiss me, dear mother
Language: English 
Bend o'er my pillow my mother dear 
Life's chilling close is now drawing near 
Drive from about me these clouds of fear 
Breathe o'er my brow a parting sigh, 

I have been wayward unto thee 
Now I an feel it painfully 
Patient and kind wert thou to me 
Kiss me dear mother ere I die. 

Tell me of angels that dwell above 
Then from my heart will the tear drops move 
Whisper to me gentle words of love 
While I in gloom suff'ring lie, 

I have been wayward unto thee 
Now I can feel it painfully 
Patient and kind wert thou to me 
Kiss me dear mother ere I die.

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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-25
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