Whisper Softly, Mother's Dying


NASON & CO. SONG PUBLISHERS, 120 Fulton Street, New York

Whisper softly, Mother’s dying.

Whisper softly, mother’s dying,
Soon she’ll close her loving eyes;
Angels wait to bear her gently
To her home beyond the skies.
Kiss her lips, for soon she’ll leave us—
Mother, clasp me to your breast,
As you did in days of childhood,
When you sang your child to rest.

Whisper softly, mother’s dying,
Soon we’ll miss the truest love,
And we’ll miss the voice so loving,
When her spirit’s flown above.
Mother, ask the chining angels,
Ask them if you cannot stay.
Who will care for us in sorrow.
When they’ve taken you away?

Whisper softly, mother’s dying,
And she’ll tell us not to weep;
She’ll watch o’er and protect us,
Through the night when we’re asleep.
Darling mother, guide our footsteps,
Be with us from day to day;
Hark! the angels now are calling—
Mother dear, has passed away.

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