2. A MOTHER’S LOVE IS A BLESSING

AN IRISH BOY WAS LEAVING, LEAVING HIS NATIVE HOME
CROSSING THE BROAD ATLANTIC AND NEVER MORE TO ROAM
AND AS HE WAS LEAVING HIS MOTHER, WHILE STANDING ON THE KEY
SHE THREW HER ARMS AROUND HIS NECK AND THIS TO HIM DID SAY

A MOTHER’S LOVE IS A BLESSING, NO MATTER WHERE YOU GO
KEEP WHILE SHE’S LIVING, YOU’LL MISS HER WHEN SHE’S GONE
LOVE HER AS IN CHILDHOOD, WHEN FEEBLE OLD AND GREY
FOR YOU’LL NEVER MISS A MOTHER’S LOVE TIL’ SHE’S BURIED BENEATH THE CLAY

AND AS THE YEARS ROLL ONWARD, I’LL SETTLE DOWN IN LIFE
AND I’LL FIND MYSELF AN IRISH GIRL AND I’LL TAKE HER FOR MY WIFE
AND WHEN THE KIDS GROW OLDER, I’LL SIT THEM ON MY KNEE
AND I’LL TEACH THEM THE VERY SAME LESSONS THAT MY MOTHER SHE TAUGHT TO ME

REPEAT CHORUS

(IRISH TRADITIONAL)