As performed by the Louvin Brothers
What a friend we have in mother
Who will all our secrets share
We should never keep things from her
Tell her all and she'll be there
Oh what tender love she gives us
When in sorrow or despair
Tell her gently whisper softly
She will listen she'll be there
Day by day as she grows older
She's the nation's shining sun
Don't forget the prayers she taught you
You will need them where you are
Though her hair has turned to silver
Send her flowers sweet and fine
Drop a card or send a letter
She'll be waiting she'll be there
When her eyes are closed to slumber
Gently kiss her icy brow
Fold her hands upon her bosom
She will rest in Heaven now
When your days are dark and dreary
And your cross is hard to bear
Do not let your memory fail you
Think of mother she'll be there