For all the mothers out there.I often go walking in meadows of clover,
and gather armfuls of blossoms of blue.
I gather the blossoms the whole meadow over,
Dear Mother, all flowers remind me of you.
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.