The old lady who weeps for me
Why do you weep for me old lady?
Why do you grieve, pray and plead?
You feel my pain and my agony
You know my torment and my need.

You absorbed life’s blows for me
When you were younger, old lady.

But now you are far away and frail
While life’s blows rain like hail
Battering my bare head and broken heart
You weep for me Mama, far away and apart.