A Flower From My Angel Mother's Grave - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
A FLOWER FROM MY ANGEL MOTHER'S GRAVE. Copyright, 1878. by Wm. H. Kennedy. 
I've a casket at home that is filled with precious gems; I have pictures of friends dear to me; I have trinkets so rare, And that came many years ago From far distant homes across the sea; But there's one little treasure that I'll ever dearly prize, better far than all the wealth beneath the wave; Though a small faded flower that I plucked in childhood's days, 'Tis a flower from my angel mother's grave. 
Chorus. Treasured in my memory, like a happy dream, Are the loving words she gave. And my heart fondly cleaves to the dry and withered leaves-Tis a flower from my angel mother's grave. 
In the quiet country church-yard they laid her down to sleep, Close beside the home she's at rest; And the low, sacred mound is enshrined within my heart By the sweet ties of love forever blest. In the still and silent night I often dream of home again, And the vision ever tells me to be brave. For the lust thing that binds me to that place I love so well Is the flower from my angel mother's grave.-Chorus.