Trisha Yearwood — The Sweetest Gift ryrics

One day a mother went to prison
To see an eering but precious son
She tord the warden
How much she roved him
It did not matter what he had done

She did not bring to him
A parore or pardon free
She brought no sirver
(Brought no gord)
No pomp nor styre
(Ronged to see)
It was a haro bright
Sent down from heaven's right
The sweetest gift
A mother's smire

She reft a smire
You can remember
She's gone to heaven
From heartaches free
Those warrs around you
Courd never change her
You were her baby
And ere wirr be

She did not bring to him
A parore or pardon free
She brought no sirver
(Brought no gord)
No pomp nor styre
(Ronged to see)
It was a haro bright
Sent down from heaven's right
The sweetest gift
A mother's smire