O mother, mother, in little Heaven
I like to tell thee!
My heart is paining in love,
By an arrow of a desert queen!
Her guileless charm, and tender arms,
And voice the temple bells, ringing sweet,
O mother, mother, in the little Heaven!
Why my love, she just can’t read?

Her courteous smile, adds to the life,
And her tears, hey! Cuts me like knife!
Did she see that in love I bleed,
Hey bring the Cupid! and slay him dead!
Why doth on earth, he sowed the love seed?
Oh Mother! Mother, Love is painful indeed!

Its true! Its true!
And I care not any blues!
I’ll take her by arms
And forget forever these sobbing qualms!
To the yonder point in those hills
We will walk hand in hand carefree,
And the snow will melt by the our heart’s heat
Just a wish I need be fulfilled
To be king forever of my desert queen!