Never forget your dear mother and her prayer / words & music by May Parker Jones
MLA Citation
Jones, May Parker. Composer. “Never forget your dear mother and her prayer / words & music by May Parker Jones.” Digital Gallery. BGSU University Libraries, 23 May 2022, digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/31360. Accessed 8 Feb. 2025.
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Title | Never forget your dear mother and her prayer / words & music by May Parker Jones |
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Subject | Mothers -- Songs and music |
Songs with piano | |
Mothers. fast (OCoLC)fst01026940 | |
Songs with piano. fast (OCoLC)fst01126224 | |
Description | From the estate of Carol C. Bebout |
For voice and piano | |
Cover title | |
Cover illustration by E.H. Pfeiffer | |
From the estate of Carol C. Bebout | |
Creator | Jones, May Parker. Composer. |
Source | Sheet Music Collection; Music Library and Bill Schurk Sound Archives; University Libraries; Bowling Green State University |
Publisher | Erie, Pa. : Brehm Bros. |
Date | 1912 |
Rights | |
Format | Sheet music |
Published works | |
image/jpeg | |
Type | Image |
Text | |
Identifier | SMC 00720 |
https://digitalgallery.bgsu.edu/items/show/31360 | |
Alternative Title | First line of text: in a cottage far away, sat a mother old and gray |
First line of chorus: Never forget your mother | |
References | http://maurice.bgsu.edu/record=b4193524~S9 |
VERSE 01: In a cottage far away,/Sat a mother old and gray,/And beside her, sat her only child, a boy./Many years ago that day,/Since the father passed away,/And the lad was left his mother’s only joy./But he soon from childhood grew,/Into manhood, brave and true,/And was now about to leave the old homestead./On that loving mother’s face,/Care, at once, your eye could trace,/As she drew him close unto her, while she said: CHORUS: Never forget your mother/Tho’ far away you may roam./Always remember she’s praying,/For you to come back home./Temptations will ‘round you father,/Face them with courage and care,/Never forget your dear mother, and her prayer. VERSE 02: Many years have passed away,/Since that well remembered day,/When he left, but promised her he’d faithful be./Now he’s standing at the door,/Where he stood in days of yore,/But the one he longs for, he will never see./Just a week ago today,/He is told she passed away,/And her last hope was to see her boy again./Now his eyes fill up with tears,/And he fancies that he hears Mother, with the angels, singing this refrain: | |
Original Format | 1 score (5 pages) 35 cm |