Far back as I remember
Mother's days were full
Always doing something
That's what she liked to do
In the winter day's you'd find her
With a shovel in her hand
Out there moving snow
Boy her energy was grand
Then I can remember
Watching her hang up clothes
Out on the summer clothes line
And I'd watch the sheets just blow
They were fresh as spring time
As the sun would warm then dry
And Oh it was so nice
To sleep on them that night
Other days I'd see her
Mowing our country yard
She would have things really neat
She often worked real hard
Yes my mind goes back
To those good old days
And they are like no other
For among my most precious memories
They're of my precious Mother