Who would I run to
With the assurance that
I would have a haven
And who would toil
Just to put a smile
On my siblings and me
That is the one
In whom my mother fell in love.
Who would stand up brave
Just to make sure I do
The same
When I am all grown
And make me know
It is not easy being a man
That is the one
In whom my mother fell in love.
When I was young
Who made me feel
There is someone to do more
Than that of Santa Claus
And some to drive out
The mean bogey man
That is the one
In whom my mother fell in love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem