A Mothers Love is a Blessing

These words are not my own...but I felt compelled to share an old Irish folksong with a friend who just lost his Mom.

For you Steve, a small sort of farewell to Lorraine... from my heart to yours.

~~~~~~~~ A Mothers Love is a Blessing~~~~~~~~~~~

An Irish boy was leaving-leaving his native home, Crossing the broad Atlantic, Once more he wished to roam, And as he was leaving his mother,While standing on the Quay,He threw his arms around her waist And this to her did say:

Chorus:A mother's love is a blessing, No matter where you roam. Keep her while she's living,You'll miss her when she's gone. Love her as in childhood,When feeble, old and grey,For you'll never miss a mother's love'til she's buried beneath the clay.

And as the years grow onward, I'll settle down in life, And I'll choose a nice young colleen, And take her for my wife. And as the kids grow older,They'll play around my knee And I'll teach them the very same lesson That my mother taught to me:

Chorus:A mother's love is a blessing, No matter where you roam. Keep her while she's living,You'll miss her when she's gone. Love her as in childhood,When feeble, old and grey,For you'll never miss a mother's love'til she's buried beneath the clay.