"Imagination or Real?"
IMAGINATION OR REAL
Mother Dear I hear you calling
Tell me sweetheart, did you call?
Perhaps ¡®twas only dead leaves falling
From the trees so green and tall.
Tell me ¨C was I only dreaming?
I couldn¡¯t be, it seemed so clear,
Those same words ever to me seeming,
¡°Come home, my boy your Mothers here¡±.
At night sometimes, I hear it clearer,
At night, when all the stars do shine,
A sweet soft voice, I know none dearer,
That precious voice of Mother Mine.
Sometimes too when I an riding,
Riding through the bright green trees,
A voice I hear, and yet in hiding,
It seems to shelter in the breeze.
So Mother Dear, please tell me truly,
Did I really hear you call?
Or are my senses so unruly
That I¡¯m mistaken after all.