God Bless Her ('Cause She's My Mother)

I'm thinking of a little lady
She bears her load without a fret
The one who rocked me in my cradle
And through the years, she loves me yet
The roses on her cheeks are fading
And when they pass her on the street
Could 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 ways 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 ne'er deny
Each lock of ?? sorrow
As day by day she's growing old
Her tender smile each day grows sweeter
Each day she's closer to God's hold
She was the first to ever love me
The first to hold me to her breast
God bless her 'cause she is my mama
And she'll be the last one I'll forget