Wherever she was, was laughin' and singin' and story-tellin',
And kind words of the old friends, the like there were there to hear;
And always the bite and sup for the schuler that marked her dwellin',
And herself with the step of a girl — and close to seventy year.

Eh, blue eyes, that I knew when they were young,
The sorrows of a long life could never dim their light;
Still I know there's laughin' and still a song is sung,
And still a kind word spoken where you may be this night.

Wherever she was, was comfort and all that she had for sharin';
The water she gave from the well was better than drink at a fair.
Never a daughter she had with the half of her wit and darin',
With the like of her rosy cheeks or the curl of her silver hair.

Eh, woman dear, who was joy to me so long,
There's many ran to greet you in the place of your delight;
And I think you do be sayin', between the mirth and song,
The kind word for one old friend who's missin' you this night.