There's an old fashioned house at
the end of the lane,
That has always seemed heaven to me,
For an old ladey lives there,
just simple and plain.
An angel if ever there be.

Her eyes are pure springs of
sweetness and love.
The sun it just shines in her smile,
And I know the Lord sent her from
up there above,
To brighten this world for a while,

Her sweet face is crowned with a halo white
Her robe is a calico dress,
And she goes about singing from
morning till night
Her voice like a soothing caress.

There isn't a queen in the world anywhere
Can look any finer than she
When mom's on her throne just an old rocking chair,
And smiles at her worshipper, me!

There are folks who think heaven is
some far off place
They're hoping they'll find it somewhere.
But I'm right here to say, if
they'd glimpse at Mom's face
They'd think she was already there.