I'm thinking of a little lady she bears her load without a friend
The one who rocked me in my cradle and through the years she loves me yet
The roses on her cheeks have faded and when they pass her on the street
Would break my heart to see them mock her although she may not dress so neat
She was the first to ever love me the first to hold me to her breast
God bless her cause she is my mother and she'll be the last one I'll forget
Her way may seem a bit old fashioned and some may laugh when passing by
I'm not ashamed to call her mother my love for her I'll not deny
She was the first to ever love me...