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Just as long as I can remember,
There remains a rose of my heart;
Mom took sick along in December,
February left us broken hearts.
The reason we've not called the family together,
We knew she wouldn't be there;
'Cause, Momma, as I thought it all over,
I knew that your spirit is there.
No, no I can't forget the hour,
You're the only one, Mom,
And sweeter than the flower;
No, no there's no need to bother,
To speak of you now would only hurt father.
They all gathered 'round, I stared at their faces,
All heads were bowed mighty low;
That was one time we all had to face it,
Though it hurt us so bad, you know.
No, no I can't forget the hour,
You're the only one, Mom,
And sweeter than the flower;
No, no there's no need to bother,
To speak of you now would only hurt father.
You know, Momma, we'll never forget you,
But someday we'll meet you up there.
Collected in 1951 from Marie Hartery of Portugal Cove South, NL. and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).
