I gather the blossoms the whole meadow over;
Dear mother, all flowers remind me of you.
To give forth sweet fragrance a whole lifetime through;
For if I love blossoms and meadows and walking,
I learn how to love them, dear mother, from you.
Words: Phyllis Luch, 1937–1995. © 1969 IRI
Music: Jeanne P. Lawler, b. 1924. © 1969 IRI