Tell me, tell me, gentle lady, Many things I'd love to know, Of my dear and tender mother Who departed long ago. While she moved among the living Were the days all bright and fair? Did she dwell in happy sunlight Or in dark clouds of care? Was she beautiful like thee, With thy voice of melody? Did she love and cherish me? Oh! Tell me of my mother! Gentle lady, let me know, While she journeyed here below, Was the world her friend or foe? Oh! Tell me of my mother! Tell me, tell me, of my mother! Is she roaming in the skies? I've been dreaming all about her, And awoke with tearful eyes: She was bending o'er my pillow In a deep and earnest prayer, And her voice was like the breathing Of the soft summer air. Is the world so full of pain That she will not come again, Like a sunbeam on the rain? Oh! tell me of my mother! Does she know I'm here alone While my early friends have gone And my dearest memories flow? Oh! tell me of my mother!
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Oh! Tell me of my mother" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Oh! Tell me of my mother", published 1861. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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