Oft my thoughts drift back to childhood
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To the times when I was free
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As I played before the fireside
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Round my darling mother's knee
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There's a blessed home up yonder
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Where my loved ones wait for me
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I saw mother in a vision
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Kneeling there to pray for me
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Then one day our mother left us
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Daddy said she'd gone to rest
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I remember how she loved me
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As she clutched me to her breast
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Some sweet day I'll meet you mother
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Your little boy is coming home
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To see you as in days of childhood
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The one you loved and left alone
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Vision Of Mother
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| Stanley Brothers |
