There is a beautiful flower who sings me to every day
Every month, including may
Every week, even if it is bleak
There is a little birdie who makes wonderful songs
but then one day I realize...
it was you all along!
You guide me
you protect me
You help me
even if in my lowest moments
You show me how to get through it all
Even in my darkest hours
you give me power
I don't need any proof
to show me the truth
oh, dear mother
it's true
you loved me after all this years
don't you?
Oh...