Mother And I - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MOTHER AND I. Copyright, 1894. by Widmer-Stigler Music Pub. Co. Words by Cy Warman. Music by Joe Newman. 
I laugh when I list to the stories they tell Of how I was born, one day; And tied in a towel, to kick and to yell, Just to show them how much I could weigh; And when they had finished and I'd ceased to cry, And was placidly chewing my thumb, We pressed the same pillow, mother and I, And softly she started to hum: 
Chorus. Rock-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top, When the winds blow, the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, And down will come baby, cradle and all. 
Sometimes, when I think of the days that are dead And the joys of my youthful years-Years that have rippled and gleamed and sped With the tide down the ocean of tears, I remember, at eve. when the day would die And the twilight's shadow had come, How we sat together, mother and I, And softly I started to hum: 
Chorus. Dear little mother, how I love you; My little mother, so loving and true. Dear little mother, you're my sweetheart; And, little mother, from you I'll ne'er part. 
When together we sat in the shadows again, In a fainter and feebler breath, Was wafted a song from over the fen, From the valley and shadow of death; 'Twas echo, that came from the sweet bye and bye; And the voices were whispering, "Come" We caught up the Chorus, mother and I, And softly we started to hum; 
Chorus. Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee; E'en though a cross it be that raiseth me.