Memories Of Mother - Keith Whitley, Ricky Skaggs

On a dark stormy night the angels called mother

The love that we shred for such a short while

She called us around and told us she’s leaving

Then closing her eyes she went with a smile.

Mother’s at rest in a lonesome old graveyard

On a hill far away there stands her white tomb

With the grass covered o’er it seems so neglected

When the spring season comes sweet flowers will bloom.

I’ll never forget the love mother gave us

As children we played around our old home

I know her reward is a mansion in heaven

While children on earth are scattered and gone…