I'm thinking of a little lady, she bears her load without fret
The one who rocked me in my cradle and through the years she loved me dear
The roses on her cheeks are fading and when they pass her on the street
Would break my heart to see them mock her although she may not dress so neat
She was the first to ever love me, the first to hold me to her breast
God bless her cause she is my Mother and she'll be the last one I'll forget
Her ways may seem a bit old-fashioned, and some may laugh when passing by
I'm not ashamed to call her mother, my love for her I'll n'er deny
Each lock of grey tells of her sorrow as day by day she's growing old
Her tender smile each day grows sweeter, each day she's closer to God's fold
She was the first to ever love me, the first to hold me to her breast
God bless her cause she is my Mama and she'll be the last one I'll forget
The one who rocked me in my cradle and through the years she loved me dear
The roses on her cheeks are fading and when they pass her on the street
Would break my heart to see them mock her although she may not dress so neat
She was the first to ever love me, the first to hold me to her breast
God bless her cause she is my Mother and she'll be the last one I'll forget
Her ways may seem a bit old-fashioned, and some may laugh when passing by
I'm not ashamed to call her mother, my love for her I'll n'er deny
Each lock of grey tells of her sorrow as day by day she's growing old
Her tender smile each day grows sweeter, each day she's closer to God's fold
She was the first to ever love me, the first to hold me to her breast
God bless her cause she is my Mama and she'll be the last one I'll forget