For blessing when I sing of you, Mother
For blessing when I sing of you…
You always will be young, Mother
Sees only part of you
If we do like a song, Mother
It’s just the song you taught us two?
In danger or in pleasure, Mother
We have only one friend — it’s you
That’s why you cannot ever, mother
Grow old before your children do
We all have a heaven, Mother.
Mine seems sweeter, best of all.
Something us pin-up girls and others
Prefer a picture on the wall
You’re the best in the western, Mother.
Along with my crazy times.
We play, we love, we cry, but a brother
She even lays down such tales, sublime
In danger or in pleasure, Mother
We have only one friend who’s true
The one that never fails you, mother
For blessing when I sing of you
For blessing when I sing of you