| One day a mother went to a prison
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| To see an erring but precious son
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| She told the warden how much she loved him
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| It did not matter what he had done
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| She did not bring to him a parole or pardon
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| She brought no silver, no pomp or style
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| It was a halo bright sent down from heaven’s light
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| The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile
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| She left a smile you can remember
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| She’s gone to heaven from heartaches free
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| Those walls around you could never change her
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| You were her baby and e’er will be She did not bring to him a parole or pardon
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| She brought no silver, no pomp or style
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| It was a halo bright sent down from heaven’s light
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| The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile
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| She did not bring to him a parole or pardon
|
| She brought no silver, no pomp or style
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| It was a halo bright sent down from heaven’s light
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| The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile
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| The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile |