The Song My Mother Used To Sing - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
The Song My Mother Used to Sing. Copyright, 1890, by Oliver Ditson Company. Words by J. McCristall Music by Pauline McCristall. 
I dreamt of scenes in days of yore, when I from pain and care was free; I saw my mother's face once more, it beamed with joy to welcome me; I saw her as she used to sit, while childish glee around did ring. And softly, sweetly as she knit, she sang the song she used to sing. 
Chorus. I think of dear and sainted mother everywhere I roam, I fancy I hear her singing, far from "the old folks at home." 
I saw the play-ground where the boys, so joyous, gay and free from care. Would sport around with merry noise, while I in every sport did share; I skipped across the emerald lea and plucked the flowers of early spring. But dearer far than all to me, the song my mother used to sing.-Chorus. 
I wandered by the little brook that through the greenwood winds its way. Where in a shady Little nook I've fished for minnows many a day, I climbed the old oak tree anew, and sat upon the little swing, Where oft I swung und listened to the song my mother used to sing.-Chorus.