I Often Go Walking



  1. 1. I often go walking in meadows of clover,

    And I gather armfuls of blossoms of blue.

    I gather the blossoms the whole meadow over;

    Dear mother, all flowers remind me of you.

  2. 2. O mother, I give you my love with each flower

    To give forth sweet fragrance a whole lifetime through;

    For if I love blossoms and meadows and walking,

    I learn how to love them, dear mother, from you.

Words: Phyllis Luch, 1937–1995. © 1969 IRI

Music: Jeanne P. Lawler, 1924–2013. © 1969 IRI