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