Mother?


My mother used to walk with you,
In the gaze of day,
Through the meadow, the morning dew.

When the day began anew,
Everything seemed okay.
My mother used to walk with you-

As the northern winds blew,
I watched the grass, the heather sway,
Through the meadow, the morning dew.

When we found there was little to do
And little left to say,
My mother used to walk with you.

I had never seen skies so blue,
As I saw you both walk away,
Through the meadow, the morning dew.

I wanted to walk there, too.
I could not help but to stay.
My mother used to walk with you,
Through the meadow, the morning dew.

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