The gray hairs of my mother
This tress, this tress recalls them now
Again I see them cluster
In beauty, in beauty 'round her brow

Oh tender are the memories
That wake from out the past
I live again life's morning
Too beautiful, too beautiful to last

Oh! The gray hairs of my Mother
This tress, this tress recalls them now
Again I see them cluster
In beauty, in beauty 'round her brow

Once more I kneel at twilight
In childhood's simple, earnest prayer
Once more I see the homestead
And all, and all the blessings there!

Oh, lovely tress of silver
Whatever cares may be
My heart, in all its trials
Is nearer Heaven, is nearer Heaven for thee

Oh! The gray hairs of my Mother
This tress, this tress recalls them now
Again I see them cluster
In beauty, in beauty 'round her brow