Oh, My Hazel-Eyed Mother
Hilda Conkling
Oh, my hazel-eyed mother, I looked behind the mulberry bush And saw you standing there. You were all in white With a star on your forehead. Oh, my hazel-eyed mother, I do not remember what you said to me, But the light floating above you Was your love for your little girl.
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