What are the songs the mother sings?
Of birds and flowers and pretty things;
Baby lies in her arms and spies
All his world in the mother's eyes.
What are the tales the mother tells?
Of gems and jewels and silver bells;
Baby lies in her arms and spies
All his wealth in the mother's eyes.
What are the thoughts in the mothers mind?
Of the gentle Saviour, loving and kind;
Baby lies in her arms and spies
All his heaven in the mothers eyes.