she's my mother

i'm thinking of a little lady

she bears her load without a friend

the one who rocked me in my cradle

and through the years she loves me yet

the roses on her cheeks have faded

and when they pass her on the street

would break my heart to see them mock her

although she may not dress so neat

she was the first to ever love me

the first to hold me to her breast

god bless her 'cause she is my mother

and she'll be the last one i'll forget

her way may seem a bit old fashioned

and some may laugh when passing by

i'm not ashamed to call her mother

my love for her i'll not deny

she was the first to ever love me