The Sweetest Gift - Linda Ronstadt

One day a mother went to a prison

To see an erring but precious son

She told the warden how much she loved him

It did not matter what he had done

She did not bring to him a parole or pardon

She brought no silver, no pomp or style

It was a halo bright sent down from heaven’s light

The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile

She left a smile you can remember

She’s gone to heaven from heartaches free

Those walls around you could never change her

You were her baby and e’er will be She did not bring to him a parole or pardon

She brought no silver, no pomp or style

It was a halo bright sent down from heaven’s light

The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile

She did not bring to him a parole or pardon

She brought no silver, no pomp or style

It was a halo bright sent down from heaven’s light

The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile

The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile