A mother's love will always be,
with her baby on her knee.
She watches over him night and day,
and leads him along life's rugged way. She watches him as he grows and goes,
away to school and goodness knows.
What will he learn as a child,
he may be meek or he may be wild. As the years go slowly by,
she'll look at him and wonder why,
She was blessed with a son like him,
and gives him to the girl he wins. Through all the years her love is there,
to guide him right in all her prayers.