文本歌词

That Pioneer Mother of Mine - Hank Snow
Somewhere out there on the prairie alone
My guardian angel divine
Is there at rest somewhere in the west
That pioneer mother of mine
I'd give all I own today
If someone would guide my way
To that hallowed spot where
She's sleeping that pioneer mother of mine
There is nothing left of her busy life
But the things she made
When her days were full
A couple of rugs on the kitchen floor
And an afgan knitted
Out of bits of wool
Her garden has a deserted look
And the weeds show up
In the sunshine smile she is dead
And the things she fought run wild
And you stop
And think was her life worth while
But if you had known as well as I knew
The quiet good and the helping hand
And the neighborly warm big heart of hers
I think you would really understand
That not all the people that
We call great are really greatest in the end
And perhaps the finest thing in life is
A homely common every day friend
So the little life with the homely tasks has
Worked it's pattern and so goes on
What if the weeds grow rank again
And what if the flowers are dead and gone
Ah the little woman of small account
With the cheerful smile on her brave old face
Will never die
For the tide of years will produce
Her like to take her place
I'd give all I own today if someone
Would guide my way
To that hallowed spot where she's sleeping
That pioneer mother of mine