Each night in dreams I get just as homesick as I can be,
Somehow it seems I am in the cradle at Mother's knee.
I hear a voice, then I rejoice,
She sings a song that will always live in my memory:
When Mother sings that old song, “Sweet and Low,”
Back to those dear cradle days then I go
Where I would lay, while she'd sway to and fro,
I'm still her baby and some day maybe,
Soon she will croon that old tune once again,
Just as she did years ago.
I dream of Angel's wings and other Heav'nly things,
When mother sings “Sweet and Low.”
I'd give the world if I wasn't so many miles away,
I'd give the world could I only se Mother right away,
I'd hold her tight, with all my might,
When twilight shadows begin to fall, you could hear me say: