Songs my mother taught me, In the days long vanished; Seldom from her eyelids Were the teardrops banished. Now I teach my children, Each melodious measure. Oft the tears are flowing, Oft they flow from my memory's treasure.
Songs my mother taught me, In the days long vanished; Seldom from her eyelids Were the teardrops banished. Now I teach my children, Each melodious measure. Oft the tears are flowing, Oft they flow from my memory's treasure.