Kiss me, dear mother
S. Foster
Bend o'er my pillow my mother dear
Life's chilling close is now drawing near
Drive from about me these clouds of fear
Breathe o'er my brow a parting sigh,
I have been wayward unto thee
Now I an feel it painfully
Patient and kind wert thou to me
Kiss me dear mother ere I die.
Tell me of angels that dwell above
Then from my heart will the tear drops move
Whisper to me gentle words of love
While I in gloom suff'ring lie,
I have been wayward unto thee
Now I can feel it painfully
Patient and kind wert thou to me
Kiss me dear mother ere I die.