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.