You may write a thousand letters to a girl you adore
And declare in every letter you love her more and more
You may praise her grace and beauty in a thousand glowing lines
And compare her "eyes austere" with the brightest star that shines
If you had the pen of Shakespeare you would use it every day
In composing written worship to a sweetheart far away
Youthful blood is flaming when you're writing to your love
You will rave about devotion swearing by the stars above
Raving by the moon's white splendour to the girl you adore
'Tis the one you'll cherish as no maid was loved before
You'll penful many a promise on pages white and dumb
That you can not live up to in the married years to come
But a letter far more precious bringing more and sweeter bliss
Is the one penned to mother from the lad she longs to kiss
She's the best friend you've had no matter what you say
She'll always hear you calling be it night or day
Your Dad may turn against you, your brothers and sisters too
But your Mother she'll stand by you no matter what you do
Her dear old heart is thinking each night she breathes a prayer
That God will bless her darling and be with him everywhere
Her heart grows more tender as her hair turns to gray
So sit down boys and send her a line today
Regardless of dictation its spelling or its style
Although its composition may provoke a critic's smile
She will read it very often when the lights are soft and low
Sealed in some corner where she nursed you long ago
In her old and trembling fingers it becomes a work of art
Stained with tears of gladness as she breathes God Bless his heart
Yes a letter of all ?? look wherever you may roam
Is a letter to a mother of a dear son far from home
