When we are children, we are happy and gay 

And our mother is young and she laughs as we play, 

Then as we grow up, she teaches us truth 

And lays life's foundation in the days of our youth --- 

And then it is time for us to leave home 

But her teachings go with us wherever we roam, 

For all that she taught us and all that we did 

When we were so often just such a "bad, little kid" 

We will often remember and then realize 

That mothers are special and wonderfully wise... 

And as she grows older, we look back with love 

Knowing that Mothers are gifts from above. 

And when she goes home to receive her reward 

She will dwell in God's Kingdom and 

"Keep house for the Lord" 

Where she'll "light up" the stars 

that shine through the night 

And keep all the moonbeams "sparkling and bright" 

And then with the dawn she'll put the darkness away 

As she scours the sun to new brilliance each day... 

So dry tears of sorrow, for Mother's don't die -- 

They just move in with God and "keep house in the sky" 

And there in God's Kingdom, mothers watch from above 

To welcome the children with undying love!