Текст песни A Mother's Love Is a Blessing - Susan McCann

As an Irish boy was leaving, leaving his own native home
Crossing the broad Atlantic wave, once more, he wished to roam
And as he was leaving his mother, while standing on the quay
She threw her arms around his waist and this to him did say

"A mother's love is a blessing, no matter where you roam
Keep her while she's living, for you'll miss her when she's gone
Love her as in childhood, now feeble, old and grey
Sure you'll never miss your Mother's Love 'til she is buried beneath the clay"

And as the years grow onward, he'll settle down in life
He'll choose a nice young Irish girl, and he'll take her for his wife
And as the kids grow older, and climb upon his knee
Sure he'll teach them the very same lesson that my mother, she thought to me

A mother's love is a blessing, no matter where you roam
Keep her while she's living, for you'll miss her when she's gone
Love her as in childhood, now feeble, old and grey
Sure you'll never miss your mother's love 'til she is buried beneath the clay

No, you'll never miss your mother's love 'til she is buried beneath the clay