C F
I'm thinking of a little lady
C G7
She bears her load without a friend
C F
The one who rocked me in my cradle
C G7 C
And through the years she loves me yet
F
The roses on her cheeks have faded
C G7
And when they pass her on the street
C F
Would break my heart to see them mock her
C G7 C
Although she may not dress so neat
F C
She was the first to ever love me
F C G7
The first to hold me to her breast
F C
God bless her cause she is my mother
G7 C
And she'll be the last one I'll forget
F
Her way may seem a bit old fashioned
C G7
And some may laugh when passing by
C F
I'm not ashamed to call her mother
C G7 C
My love for her I'll not deny
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