The Old Face of the Mother of Many Children

Ed Begley - Pop
The Old Face of the Mother of Many Children
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Lyrics
The old face of the mother of many children! Whist! I am fully content Lulled and late is the smoke of the Sabbath Morning It hangs low over the rows of trees by the Fences It hangs thin by the sassafras, the wild-cherry And the cat-brier under them I saw the rich ladies in full dress at the soiree I heard what the singers were singing so long Heard who sprang in crimson youth from the White froth and the water-blue Behold a woman! She looks out from her quaker cap—hеr face is Clearer and morе beautiful than the sky She sits in an arm-chair, under the shaded porch Of the farm-house The sun just shines on her old white head
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Credits
- Writers
- Walt Whitman