She left us in the early morning, when softly came the dawn. And since she never said goodbye, it’s hard to think she’s gone. Oh, too she left us weeping, lonely and with aching hearts;
But we know the angels are keeping her, where sweet joys will ne’re depart. In our hearts the memory lingers, sweetly, tender, font and true,
There’s not a day, Dear Mother, that we do not think of you.
Dearest Mother, you left us, your smiling face we’ll see no more, But we will struggle on to meet you, on that Ceelestial Shore.