WHEN MOTHER READS ALOUD

When Mother reads aloud,

the past seems real as every day;

I hear the tramp of armies vast,

I see the spears and lances cast,

I join the trilling fray;

Brave knights and ladies fair and proud

I meet when Mother reads aloud.

When Mother reads aloud,
far lands seem very near and true;
I cross the desert's gleaming sands,
Or hunt the jungle's prowling bands,
Or sail the ocean blue.
Far heights, whose peaks the cold mists shroud,
I scale, when Mother reads aloud.



When Mother reads aloud,
I long for noble deeds to do-
To help the right, redress the wrong;
It seems so easy to be strong,
So simple to be true.

Oh, thick and fast the visions crowd my eyes,

when Mother reads aloud.