In your days of babyhood when you lived in a cot
This lady took good care of you and loved you quite a lot
She kept you clean and fed you and protected you from harm
And every time you cried she took you in her arms.
You spent the first nine months of life in this lady's womb
She shared with you the happy times and led you through the gloom
Of all the friends you ever had this lady is the best
She fed you from a bottle and you suckled from her breast.
When you are in a gloomy mood and feel down in the mouth
This understanding lady is there to help you out
She worries a lot about you and works for you each day
But the funny thing about it is that she never gets no pay.
This lady is your mother one who is so dear
A person never far away but always very near
Your mother is a part of you she's much more than a friend
Your mother is a woman on whom you can depend.
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