How the changing years have borne me
Far away from days of home!
Now no Mother bends above me
When the time for sleep has come.
But it gives my poor heart comfort,
And it brings me rest within,
Just to dream that I am little
And my Mother tucks me in.
As I kneel there with my brother
By the bed above the stairs,
And I hear my gentle Mother
Whisper, “Boys, remember prayers!”
Then she comes and prays beside us,
“Father, keep them from all sin.”
Oh! her kiss is tender, loving,
When my Mother tucks me in.
When at last the evening finds me
And life’s busy day is done,
All the bands of earth that bind me
Shall be broken one by one.
Then; O Lord, be Thou my comfort,
Calm my soul Thy peace to win;
Let me fall asleep as gently
As when Mother tucked me in.