I was…precious to my mother. Proverbs 4:3
Words: William M. Golden, in Glorious Theme, edited by William H. Ruebush et al. (Dayton, Virginia: Ruebush-Kieffer, 1927), number 30, alt.
Music: C. S. McKee (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know McKee’s full name, or where to get a good photo of him (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
In a graveyard lone, near the dear old home,
Lies a form I love so well;
And I’ll ne’er forget how she cared for me,
Ere she said,
My boy, farewell.
From this earth dear mother’s gone,
But we’ll meet on Canaan’s shore;
There we’ll live while ages roll,
Where sad partings come no more.
O the dear old home where I used to play,
Is a place most dear to me;
But the one I loved I shall see no more,
Till I cross the jasper sea.
Near the dear old home, in the graveyard lone,
Mother’s form was laid to rest;
But we’ll meet again in the by and by,
And be numbered with the blest.