By the side of a clear crystal fountain There stands a lonely churchyard closely by There's a tombstone decorated with primroses In the memory of the loved one passed away Shall I ne'er see a more gentle mother In the field where the wild flowers grow? Gathering flowers as they grew amongst the wild woods And I cherish 'twas no trouble onto you ♪ Some children take a liking to their parents While some others fill their mothers' hearts with pain But some day they will be sorry for their blindness When crying will not bring her back again Shall I ne'er see a more gentle mother In the field where the wild flowers grow? I am sorry for that loss I can't recover 'Neath yon willow lies my gentle mother's love 'Neath yon willow lies my gentle mother's love