[A]There are friends who will want you but[E7] just for a day
    There are pals you think true that will [A]cast you away
[A7]There's one loving soul boys I'd[D] sure recommend
    Through this whole world of [A]sorrow, she'll be[E7] true to the[A]
end.

Mother, though her hands are all wrinkled and [E7]old
    Mother, silver hair that has lost all it's[A] gold.
You left her alone, went to [D]roam through the years
    But [B7]all that you left her were [E7]heartaches and tears
So [A]kiss her old brow, whisper [D]softly and true
    Mother,[Dm] you're just an angel and [E7]I love [A]you.

(spoken)
 On the door of a cottage, a wreath sadly hung.
 And a hearse stood there waiting,
As the choir softly sung.
 There were flowers in their beauty, And the old parson he prayed.
 This was the last tribute, as they left for her grave.
 She won't meet ya tonite son, when you crave her carress.
 She has raised you to manhood and, now you've laid her to rest.
 Those flowers in their beauty, ahhh to her they're unknown.
 Cause tonite she's with the angels, up around Gods' great throne.
 So don't wait that late son, to try and repay.
 Give those flowers and give those treasures, and give them today.
 Let her know that you love her and, kindly show her that ya care.
 Cause she's your mother, God love her, She's as true as a prayer.

 So [A]kiss her old brow, whisper [D]softly and true
    Mother,[Dm] you're just an angel and [E7]I love [A]you.

[Thanks to Mark for tabs]