Mother Mine

Mother mine!

You shower me with grace, divine

Your affection grows as the twilight illuminates your face

When she lays her eyes on you

You start to shed tears

Her struggles through the years

She's made you – you see?

What type of man shall you be?

Mother mine!

You make the darkest days shine

The clouds part their banks, to let the piercing moonlight in

When she lays her eyes on you

You start to misbehave

A day closer to the grave

She's made you – you see?

What type of man shall you be?

(Hold me)

As the moon waxes another phase

You live out your loneliest days

I'm sorry....