By the side of the pure crystal fountain
There stands a lonely church yard nearby
There's a tombstone decorated with primroses
In the memory of a loved one passed away
Shall I ner see you more gentle mother
In the fields where the wild flowers grow
I am sorrowed for the loss I can't recover
Neath yon willow lies my gentle mothers love
Some children take a liking to their parents
While others fill their mothers hearts with pain
But some day they will be sorry for their blindness
When the crying will not bring her back again
Shall I ner see a more gentle mother
In the fields where the wild flowers grow
I am sorrowed for the loss I can't recover
Neath yon willow lies my gentle mothers love
Neath yon willow lies my gentle mothers love