(J.B. Coats)
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One day a mother went to a prison
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To see an erring but precious son
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She told the warden how much she loved him
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It did not matter what he had done
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She did not bring to him a parole or pardon
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She brought no silver, no pomp or style
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It was a halo bright sent down from heaven's light
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The sweetest gift, a mother's smile
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She left a smile you can remember
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She's gone to heaven from heartaches free
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Those walls around you could never change her
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You were her baby and e'er will be
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She did not bring to him a parole or pardon
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She brought no silver, no pomp or style
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It was a halo bright sent down from heaven's light
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The sweetest gift, a mother's smile
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She did not bring to him a parole or pardon
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She brought no silver, no pomp or style
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It was a halo bright sent down from heaven's light
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The sweetest gift, a mother's smile
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The sweetest gift, a mother's smile
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The Sweetest Gift
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Linda Ronstadt |