How sweet the sound of the word Mother
Like a gentle breeze there is no other.
A Mother teaches us so many different things.
She shows us all the joy and love that life brings.
My hope for tommorrow is filled with sorrow
Getting fused at day after day.
Sometimes I wish it was the old time way.
Parents giving you the blues.
The story was told
On a night that was cold
Of the birth of our King
The angel's did sing
Here I am all alone
Nothing to say just want to go home
The air blowing on my skin
Whose next who will come in
There's a burn here
And a burn there
Burn me everywhere