I Often Go Walking
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.
Oh, 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 learned how to love them, dear mother, from you.
Happy Mother's Day all.