A 1928 popular song.
Words by J. R. Church.
Music by A. A. L’Ecuyer.
Sheet music provided by Jeff Chandler:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
I am thinking now of Mother
And the songs she sang to me
And the Cabin of my childhood
Where I played about her knee
And the Hills, the woods, and meadows
I can see each well loved place
In the memories of childhood
And my dear old Mother’s face
Chorus
Where the lovely flowers were blooming
Perfume filling all the air
With their beauty and their fragrance
There was nothing to compare
And the little birds were happy
As they flit from place to place
While the roses round the cabin
Made a frame for Mother’s face
- In this world of work and worry
I have wandered to and fro
I have been in many countries
Cities with their wealth and glow
But the bright lights and the tinsel
They could never take the place
Of the Roses ’round the Cabin
As they framed my Mother’s face
Sung here by Vancha March: