Last night I heard your voice, mother,
⁠The words you sang to me
When I, a little barefoot boy,
⁠Knelt down against your knee.

And tears gushed from my heart, mother,
⁠And passed beyond its wall,
But though the fountain reached my throat ,
⁠The drops refused to fall.

'Tis ten years since you died, mother,
⁠Just ten dark years of pain,
And oh, I only wish that I
⁠Could weep just once again.