The night was dark and stormy, the wind was howling wild,
as an aged mother gazed upon the portrait of her child.
As she gazed on the baby's features that once filled her heart with joy,
he's now in this wild world roaming, that mother's long lost boy.
Your mother still prays for you, Jack, your mother still prays for you,
in a home far over the ocean, your mother still prays for you.
At last there came a letter, it was deeply edged in black,
from a comrade long forgotten, who still remembered Jack.
They have lain your dear old mother in a grave so dark and cold,
and she wants her boy who is roaming
to meet her on the streets of gold.
His stony heart was broken, as he thought of his mother dear,
and in spite of his comrades laughing, he could not keep back his tears.
In spite of the great tempolations that once filled his heart with tears,
so he started for Heaven that evening, as sweetly the people did sing.