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There?s an old fashioned cottage a- -way out in the west
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Those golden memories linger for the one I love the best (they sure do)
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Now she?s singing with the angels and en- -joying peaceful rest
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Memories of my grey haired mother in the west

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In visions I still see her in that old time rocking chair
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While time has gently whitened up her locks of her golden hair
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She would sit beside the window while the sun went thru her dress
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Watching for her cowboy riding from the west

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When at last the shades of twilight that were falling into night
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Cross the valley on the hillside I could spy a FLICKERING light
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She would often HANG the lamplight, it would guide me to my rest
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To my little grey haired mother in the west

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One day I left her cottage and my little mother dear
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To ride the lonely ranges, it was there I roamed for years
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Round the campfire in the evenin? singin? songs we said it best
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Of our little grey haired mothers in the west

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One day I get a letter from my darling mother dear
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And it read come home and see me, my time is drawing near
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That night a-gazing cross the valley there a FLICKERING light did shine
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From a cottage window ?neath the lonely pine

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Now she?s gone to join the angels where her troubles all are ore
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And I know that she?ll be happy on the bright and golden shore
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When the roll is called up yonder, may I meet that final test
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Meet my little grey haired mother way out west