She gave me flowers
Just the other day
And a kiss and a hug
Before she walked away A pretty young woman
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I can never remember, the cupboards being bare
There was always plenty of food to spare
I can still see Mom standing by the old cook stove
With her worn out shoes, and her shabby clothes
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I'll always remember, when I was a lad
Those brown paper bags, brought home by my Dad
I'd climb up on a chair, and Momma would smile
To see all the food, that would last, for awhile
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