#357 - Mother, Dearest, Raise My Pillow
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Mother dearest, raise my pillow,
Once again before I go,
Let me gaze upon the flowers,
Where I loved to wander so.
I can hear the sweet birds warbling,
In the hawthorne, mother dear,
And a voice which seems to tell me
That our parting time is near.
chorus:
Hark! 'tis the angels whisp'ring,
Softly calling me away,
So no longer, mother darling,
Can your little Nellie stay.
Mother dearest, stay your weeping,
You must lose your little child
But she'll be in angel's keeping,
So be bravely reconciled.
Wait and hope, and then, my mother,
When your task on earth is done,
In that world where sorrow comes not,
You shall join your darling one.
