In summer when the days were long,
Momma rocked me, sang a sweet song.
She loved me gently to my delight,
We buried Momma,
When the fields were white.
From my voice, a pleasing song.
Tears on my breast, shadows long.
Above the passion, teary eyes break,
Ask the Lord, Momma's soul to take.
As this song rings in my head,
I'm all alone, my Momma's dead.
A sad wind blows,
My song rushes on,
I loved my Momma,
Now....she's gone!
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