1 She’s a little old fashioned,
That sweet mother of mine;
There are many whose beauty
Will my mother’s outshine;
She’s a little old fashioned,
As I plainly can see,
But she is for ever
Sweetest mother to me.
Refrain:
She’s a little old fashioned,
But she’s sweeter each day;
I adore her plain features,
And her thin locks of gray;
There’s a glory around her,
God abides it may be,
And she is for ever
Sweetest mother to me.
2 She’s a little old fashioned,
That sweet mother of mine;
Though even her plainness
Now my heartstrings entwine;
Other hands may be fairer,
But none other so dear,
For they smoothed my pillow,
For many a year. [Refrain]
3 She’s a little old fashioned,
She stays closely at home,
So calm and contented,
Although others may roam;
And in tender young childhood,
’Twas that home sheltered me,
And she who so graced it,
Dearest ever shall be. [Refrain]