What A Friend We Have In Mother

What A Friend We Have In Mother - Ann Breen

What a friend we have in mother

Who will all our secrets share

We should never keep things from her

Tell her all and she'll be there

Oh what tender love she gives us

When in sorrow or despair

Tell her gently whisper softly

She will listen she'll be there

Day by day as she grows older

She's the nation's shining sun

Don't forget the prayers she taught you

You will need them where you are

Though her hair has turned to silver

Send her flowers sweet and fine

Drop a card or send a letter

She'll be waiting she'll be there

When her eyes are closed to slumber

Gently kiss her icy brow

Fold her hands upon her bosom

She will rest in heaven now

When your days are dark and dreary

And your cross is hard to bear

Do not let your memory fail you

Think of mother she'll be there