Try to forget the clouds above; Try to forget the sky, Try to forget the stars at night; Try to forget you'll die. Try to forget the sunshine; Try to forget the rain. Try to forget the earth and sea; No use, it's all in vain. Rich is the mind of memory; One thought will stir one other And though man forgets a host of things, He'll never forget his mother. The soft, cool touch on a fevered brow, The embrace of those care-filled arms, The smile of love, those tear-stained cheeks, The security from all of life's alarms. The ringing call of supper-time, The tender kiss that erases all pain-- These things are the things you'll never forget, For they bring back Mother again. You may forget there are clouds in the sky; You may forget the sea, But you'll never forget your mother's love Through all eternity. You may forget the eart and the sky; You may forget all other, But though you forget heaven itself, You'll never forget your mother.