What a Friend We Have in Mother - Wilf Carter

What a friend we have in mother

Who will all our secrets share

We should never keep things from her

Tell her all and she'll be glane

Oh what tender love she gives us

When in sorrow or despair

Tell her gently whisper softly

She will listen she'll be there

Day by day as she grows older

She's the nation's geting star

Don't forget the prayers she taught you

You may need them by and by

Though her hair has turned to silver

Send her flowers sweet and fine

Drop a card or send a letter

She'll be waiting she'll be there

When her eyes are closed to slumber

Gently kiss her icy brow

Fold her hands upon her bosom

She will rest in heaven now

When your days are dark and dreary

And your cross is hard to bear

Do not let your memory fail you

Think of her and she'll be there

When your days are dark and dreary

And your cross is hard to bear

Do not let your memory fail you

Think of her and she'll be there