1 I hear the soft winds sighing
Thro' ev'ry bush and tree
Where mother dear is lying,
Away from love and me;
Tears from mine eyes are starting,
And sorrow shades my brow;
Ah, weary was our parting,
I have no mother now.

2 I see the pale moon shining
On mother's white gravestone;
The rosebush, round it twining,
Is here, like me, alone;
And too, like me, 'tis weeping,
The dewdrops on the the bough;
Long time has she been sleeping,
I have no mother now.

3 My heart is ever lonely,
My spirit ever sad;
'Twas here dear presence only
That kept my spirit glad;
From morning until evening,
Care rests upon my brow;
She's gone from earth to heaven,
I have no mother now.