Mother’s Song
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.
