Lyrics to "Sweet Mother"
Hey guys, I was just wondering if anyone knows the lyrics to 'Sweet Mother'. It is a pretty old song; I guess it was around in the fifties. If you do, please hook me up! I loved the song!

Sweet Mother
Sweet mother I no go forget you
for the suffer wey you suffer for me.

Sweet mother I no go forget you
for the suffer wey you suffer for me.

When I dey cry, my mother go carry me--she go say,
'my pikin', wetin you dey cry ye, ye,
stop stop, stop stop make you no cry again oh."

When I won sleep, my mother go pet me,
she go lie me well well for bed,
she cover me cloth, sing me to sleep,
"sleep sleep my pikin oh."

When I dey hungry, my mother go run up and down.
she go find me something when I go chop oh.

Sweet mother I no go forget you for the suffer wey you suffer for me

When I dey sick, my mother go cry, cry, cry,
she go say instead when I go die make she die.

O, she go beg God,
"God help me, God help, my pikin oh."

If I no sleep, my mother no go sleep,
if I no chop, my mother no go chop, she no dey tire oh.

Sweet mother I no go forget you,
for the suffer wey you suffer for me.

You fit get another wife, you fit get another husband,
but you fit get another mother? No!

And if I forget you, therefore I forget my life and the air I breathe.

And then on to you men, forget, verily, forget your mother,
for if you forget your mother you've lost your life.

Listen

@Seun
Nice one lad, you never stop amazing us

Im gonna send the link to my sweet mama on mothers day.

Rotimi,

On behalf of the ladies: that's very sweet!

I imagine that, for your mum to appreciate a link as a birthday present, she must be into computing or Internet business.

Very sweet indeed. But I guess she'll appreciate it better if you were to get an artist to write out the words on a plain card for you. That way it looks more personal. Just a suggestion.

I particularly like the song myself and just yesterday had a rather interesting conversation with a friend about it.......

my own sweet mother song goes like this.

1, Who sat and watch my infant heads,
when sleeping on my candel bed, and pray to God that I should not die,
My mother......


2, When pains, and sickness mades me to cry, who gazy upon my heavy eyes,
and weep for fear tht I should die,
My mother.

Enjoy.

awww.. Thanks Seun.. Now i am crying. My mom annoys me. But hey no choice.... I am going to sleep. I always turn the song to "sweet daddy".

@Seun.
Thanks a million. 2 teardrops just came down. But i'm not cryin o. I almost 4got i'm a man. lol
My Mum cant annoy me o. No matter what she does..i know she loves me. We'll make it up. She carried me for 9 months..i see pregnant women and i know thats not an easy task at all.
My mum has a space in my heart no one can take. Not even my lover. Sorry 2 my (future) lover..dont worry..u got ur place too.
I wrote a song for my mum..would be recorded soon. I bet u'll all luv it.

Anyone know where I can find 'Prince Nico Mbarga - Sweet Mother' as a midi file. Need it as a ringtone.

Thanks.

that's deep

awwww

the song dey super

this song is really nice
i never knew a nigerian sang it

@hoopy2005

i know that poem too . i remember  our teacher made us recite it well ahead of mother's day

it sure its

na wa oh

@ Seun

Thanks for d lyrics.The link doesnt work though.

DOWNLOAD Prince Nico Mbarga - Sweet Mother .mp3 HERE: [url]http://nigeriancommunity-augsburg.com/Music/Prince%20Nico%20Mbarga%20-%20Sweet%20Mother.mp3[/url]
http://nigeriancommunity-augsburg.com/Music/Prince%20Nico%20Mbarga%20-%20Sweet%20Mother.mp3

My own sweet mother song:

My Mother

Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hush'd me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.

When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sung sweet hushaby,
And rock'd me that I should not cry?
My Mother.

Who sat and watch'd my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gaz'd upon my heavy eye,
And wept, for fear that I should die?
My Mother.

Who drest my doll in clothes so gay,
And taught me pretty how to play,
And minded all I had to say?
My Mother.

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love God's holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom's pleasant way?
My Mother.


And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
My Mother.

Ah! no, the thought I cannot bear;
And if God please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care,
My Mother.

When thou art feeble, old, and gray,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.

And when I see thee hang thy head,
'Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed,
My Mother.

For God, who lives above the skies,
Would look with vengeance in His eyes,
If I should ever dare despise,
My Mother.

lojik:

DOWNLOAD Prince Nico Mbarga - Sweet Mother .mp3 HERE: [url]http://nigeriancommunity-augsburg.com/Music/Prince%20Nico%20Mbarga%20-%20Sweet%20Mother.mp3[/url]
http://nigeriancommunity-augsburg.com/Music/Prince%20Nico%20Mbarga%20-%20Sweet%20Mother.mp3

My own sweet mother song:

My Mother

Who fed me from her gentle breast,
And hush'd me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.

When sleep forsook my open eye,
Who was it sung sweet hushaby,
And rock'd me that I should not cry?
My Mother.

Who sat and watch'd my infant head,
When sleeping on my cradle bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother.

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gaz'd upon my heavy eye,
And wept, for fear that I should die?
My Mother.

Who drest my doll in clothes so gay,
And taught me pretty how to play,
And minded all I had to say?
My Mother.

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.

Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love God's holy book and day,
And walk in wisdom's pleasant way?
My Mother.


And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee,
Who wast so very kind to me,
My Mother.

Ah! no, the thought I cannot bear;
And if God please my life to spare,
I hope I shall reward thy care,
My Mother.

When thou art feeble, old, and gray,
My healthy arm shall be thy stay,
And I will soothe thy pains away,
My Mother.

And when I see thee hang thy head,
'Twill be my turn to watch thy bed,
And tears of sweet affection shed,
My Mother.

For God, who lives above the skies,
Would look with vengeance in His eyes,
If I should ever dare despise,
My Mother.

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