Life does not hold enough of years
In which we can repay
A Mother's love..so do your best
Before she goes away.

No sweeter thought was given birth
Amid the worldly throng
No truer words were ever penned
In verse or sacred song

No purer theme could be discussed
In Mankind's vast domain;
And heaven's dream is far surpassed
By this true, sweet refrian.

Life does not hold enough of years
In which we can repay
A Mother's love ...then do your best
Before she goes away.