Mother, mother what shall I do?
You taught me things old and new
I have a family of my own to raise
Learning about kids, I'm truly amazed
My dad, he was a wonderful cook
He didn't use recipes or go by the book
I tried to learn to cook like him
But the way mine turned out, it was a sin
Have you ever heard the wind
blowing across the plains?
Moving and stacking snow
in drifts across the lane