My mother died when I was young My sisters they were sad They lay their hands upon my head And taught me how to pray 
Chorus So now my mother she’s gone to rest In the land of purest joy And I wonder if she thinks of me Her poor little orphan boy 
When I was only two years old I never shall forget A parting kiss she gave to me I sometimes feel it yet 
When I was sick and every hour She watched me as I lay And with her kind and gentle hand She soothed me tenderly 
So now I press this world alone Her love with me shall stay And from the throne above the skies Her smile shall rest on me 
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