Mother, My Mother,
My fingerprint of Humanity,
The soul of my soul,
I miss you so much,
In the hardest winter of existence
Your smile still warms my weeping heart,
One day, I know not when, we shall meet again,
And I shall feel your warm embrace again,
And winter will melt away into memory,
Nor shall there be tears or weeping of the willows,
I shall stand atop the highest hill
And the rain will wash away all grief,
And the spirit of Love will sing,
It will sing of a love deeper and older than time,
It shall sing of a hymn written by the Beloved,
And the melody will be Life,
And the lyrics will be of birth and hope,
And the chorus will be sung in valleys across Heaven's shires,
Mother, My Mother.