I often go walking in meadows of clover,
And I gather armfuls of blossoms of blue.
I gather the blossoms the whole meadow over;
Dear mother, all flowers remind me of you.
O mother, I give you my love with each flower
To give forth sweet fragrance a whole lifetime through.
For if I love blossoms and meadows and walking,
I learn how to love them, dear mother, from you.
Words: Phyllis Luch, 1937-1995. (c) 1969 IRI
Music: Jeanne P. Lawler, b. 1924. (c) 1969 IRI
I do often go walking—though not as often as I would like and not always through meadows of clover—but as often as I go walking (more often actually….), I am blessed by my angel mother who did indeed teach me to love blossoms and meadows and walking. She also taught me to love the magnificent Being who created them. Thank you dear God, for sending me to her.
And I gather armfuls of blossoms of blue.
I gather the blossoms the whole meadow over;
Dear mother, all flowers remind me of you.
O mother, I give you my love with each flower
To give forth sweet fragrance a whole lifetime through.
For if I love blossoms and meadows and walking,
I learn how to love them, dear mother, from you.
Words: Phyllis Luch, 1937-1995. (c) 1969 IRI
Music: Jeanne P. Lawler, b. 1924. (c) 1969 IRI
I do often go walking—though not as often as I would like and not always through meadows of clover—but as often as I go walking (more often actually….), I am blessed by my angel mother who did indeed teach me to love blossoms and meadows and walking. She also taught me to love the magnificent Being who created them. Thank you dear God, for sending me to her.
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