She’s the star of my earliest memories

Kiddy pools and catching bees

Saying thank you and asking please

Just because it was the right thing to do

She taught me not to quit

How to love

And not to hit

And that the deepest darkest despair

Was no match for the power of prayer

     And she loved me whether I was right or wrong

     Whether I was weak or strong

     When I was there, all the times I was gone

     Whoa, whoa, whoa

     This is my mother song.

And on the eighth day

God look down from above

And said this place ain’t gonna make it

Without a mother’s love

So he created

Within woman

A special kind of understanding

Because God knew without a mother

Even Jesus Christ

Might miss something truly vital

About self sacrifice

This world can turn just as cold as Ice

But it melts beneath the mother’s touch

     And she loved me whether I was right or wrong

     Whether I was weaker or strong

     When I was there, all the times I was gone

     Whoa, whoa, whoa

     This is my mother’s song

Now my mother‘s kisses

Could heal bee stings and stuffy noses

I’ve seen her treat a handful of dandelions

Like they were a dozen roses

She was tender

She was strong

Sometimes patient for far too long

But when she erred 

She erred with Grace

To the highest side of her faith

     And she loved me whether I was right or wrong

     Whether I was weak or strong

     When I was there all these years, I’ve been gone

     Whoa, whoa, whoa

     This is my mother’s song.