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