Lyrics:
Scenes of my childhood arise before my gaze,
Bringing recollections of by-gone happy days,
When down in the meadows in childhood I would roam,
No one's left to cheer me now within that good old home;
Father and mother they have passed away,
Sister and brother now lay beneath the clay,
But while life does remain to cheer me I'll retain,
This small Violet I plucked from mother's grave.
chorus:
Only a violet I plucked when but a boy,
And oftimes when I'm sad at heart
This flow'r has giv'n me joy;
But while life does remain, in memoriam I'll retain,
This small Violet I plucked from mother's grave.
Well I remember my dear old mother's smile,
As she used to greet me when I returned from toil
Always knitting in the old arm chair.
Father used to sit and read for all the children there,
But now all is silent around the good old home,
They have all left me in sorrow for to roam.
But while life does remain in memoriam I'll retain,
This small Violet I plucked from mother's grave.
