W
ith us they laugh and with us they weep;
And when we're young rock us to sleep;
And all the things we ever had;
Through the good times and through the bad;
My Mother gave these things to me;
And made me what I came to be.
I
sit here on a summers day;
And remember how I used to play;
How she had the time for me;
In between her jobs all three;
How did she find the time to sleep;
With children jobs and house to keep;
A
nd now near forty and much older;
I've grown wiser and much bolder;
And I don't forget who gave me the courage;
Because all the negatives she discouraged;
And from the slums to a flat in Chelsea;
Who made it happen? 'Was my mother Elsie.
Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 11:40 AM UTC
W
ith us they laugh and with us they weep;
And when we're young rock us to sleep;
And all the things we ever had;
Through the good times and through the bad;
My Mother gave these things to me;
And made me what I came to be.
I
sit here on a summers day;
And remember how I used to play;
How she had the time for me;
In between her jobs all three;
How did she find the time to sleep;
With children jobs and house to keep;
A
nd now near forty and much older;
I've grown wiser and much bolder;
And I don't forget who gave me the courage;
Because all the negatives she discouraged;
And from the slums to a flat in Chelsea;
Who made it happen? 'Was my mother Elsie.