She'll Be There

Florence E. Stiff

What a friend we have in mother
Who with all our secrets share
She should never be o'er burdened
Have so many trials and cares,
Oh what tender love she gives us
When in sorrow or despair
If we only call on mother
She will hear you, she'll be there.

When you're sick and cannot labor
And there's nothing you can do
Call on mother she's always ready
God made her that way for you,
She will bathe your burning forehead
She will feed you vain with care
If she finds you deep in trouble
Do not worry she'll be there.

Day by day as she grows older
And the wrinkled form you heed
Don't forget the price it cost her
And remember, she can need
Though her hair has turned to silver
Send her flowers, because you care
Across the miles always remember
She is waiting she'll be there.

When her eyes are crossed in slumber
Gently bend and kiss her icy brow
Fold her hands upon her bosom
She will rest so peaceful now,
When your days are dark and dreary
And your trials seem hard to bear
Do not let your memory fail you
She is waiting she'll be there.