My Mother's Rosary

Long ago when I was three My mother sang this oldain There's an old-time melody I heard long ago Mother called it the rosary; she sang it soft and low Without any rhyme, without any prose I even forget how the melody goes. But ten baby fingers and ten baby toes She'd watch them by the setting sun, And when her daily work was done, She'd count them each and every one; That was my Mother's rosary. There's an old-time melody I heard long, long ago Mother called it the rosary; she sang it soft and low Without any rhyme, without any prose I even forget how the melody goes. But ten baby fingers and ten baby toes She'd watch them by the setting sun, And when her daily work was done, She'd count them each and every one; That was my Mother's rosary. Long ago when I was three My mother sang this oldain to me