~ MOTHER'S AT REST ~
On a dark stormy night,
The angels called mother,
The love that we'd shared.
For such a short while,
She called us around,
And told us she's leaving.
Then closing her eyes,
She went with a smile,
Mother's at rest,
In a lonesome old graveyard,
On a hill far away,
There stands her white tomb,
With the grass coverd o'er,
It seem so neglected,
When the spring season's come,
Sweet flowers will bloom.
I'll never forget,
The love mother gave us,
As children we played,
Around our old home.
I know her reward,
Is a mansion in heaven,
While children on earth ,
Are scattered and gone.
Mother's at rest,
In a lonesome old graveyard,
On a hill far away,
There stands her white tomb,
With the grass coverd o'er,
It seems so neglected,
When the spring season's come,
Sweet flowers will bloom.
SONG BY: Keith Whitley & Ricky Scaggs
PAGE BY: MARLENE
FEB 28,2008
E-MAIL:Summerhoosier3@verizon.net
The music on this site is by original artists and is simply meant for entertainment and educational purposes only, without any commercial interest whatsoever or profit of any kind.
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On a dark stormy night,
The angels called mother,
The love that we'd shared.
For such a short while,
She called us around,
And told us she's leaving.
Then closing her eyes,
She went with a smile,
Mother's at rest,
In a lonesome old graveyard,
On a hill far away,
There stands her white tomb,
With the grass coverd o'er,
It seem so neglected,
When the spring season's come,
Sweet flowers will bloom.
I'll never forget,
The love mother gave us,
As children we played,
Around our old home.
I know her reward,
Is a mansion in heaven,
While children on earth ,
Are scattered and gone.
Mother's at rest,
In a lonesome old graveyard,
On a hill far away,
There stands her white tomb,
With the grass coverd o'er,
It seems so neglected,
When the spring season's come,
Sweet flowers will bloom.
SONG BY: Keith Whitley & Ricky Scaggs
PAGE BY: MARLENE
FEB 28,2008
E-MAIL:Summerhoosier3@verizon.net
The music on this site is by original artists and is simply meant for entertainment and educational purposes only, without any commercial interest whatsoever or profit of any kind.
Titles have copyright by their respective artists and record companies. Please support artists by purchasing their music from your local music stores.
In a lonesome old graveyard,
On a hill far away,
There stands her white tomb,
With the grass coverd o'er,
It seem so neglected,
When the spring season's come,
Sweet flowers will bloom.
I'll never forget,
The love mother gave us,
As children we played,
Around our old home.
I know her reward,
Is a mansion in heaven,
While children on earth ,
Are scattered and gone.
Mother's at rest,
In a lonesome old graveyard,
On a hill far away,
There stands her white tomb,
With the grass coverd o'er,
It seems so neglected,
When the spring season's come,
Sweet flowers will bloom.
SONG BY: Keith Whitley & Ricky Scaggs
PAGE BY: MARLENE
FEB 28,2008
E-MAIL:Summerhoosier3@verizon.net
The music on this site is by original artists and is simply meant for entertainment and educational purposes only, without any commercial interest whatsoever or profit of any kind.
Titles have copyright by their respective artists and record companies. Please support artists by purchasing their music from your local music stores.
The music on this site is by original artists and is simply meant for entertainment and educational purposes only, without any commercial interest whatsoever or profit of any kind.
Titles have copyright by their respective artists and record companies. Please support artists by purchasing their music from your local music stores.