16-06-1937
"Imagination or Real?"
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IMAGINATION OR REAL Mother Dear I hear you calling Tell me sweetheart, did you call? Perhaps ¡®twas only dead leaves falling From the trees so green and tall. Tell me ¨C was I only dreaming? I couldn¡¯t be, it seemed so clear, Those same words ever to me seeming, ¡°Come home, my boy your Mothers here¡±. At night sometimes, I hear it clearer, At night, when all the stars do shine, A sweet soft voice, I know none dearer, That precious voice of Mother Mine. Sometimes too when I an riding, Riding through the bright green trees, A voice I hear, and yet in hiding, It seems to shelter in the breeze.
So Mother Dear, please tell me truly, Did I really hear you call? Or are my senses so unruly That I¡¯m mistaken after all. ¡¡ ¡¡ |