My Mother, oh my Mother,
In the eyes of my songs,
A splinter of sorrow stings,
I rise in the midnight hours,
Calling out to my friends,
Mother, sleep deserts me.
My Mother, oh my Mother,
In the eyes of my songs,
A splinter of sorrow stings,
I rise in the midnight hours,
Calling out to my friends,
Mother, sleep deserts me.
A whisper arrives, oh
Mother, my Mother, oh
Mother, my Mother, oh
My eyes find no solace in sleep,
From your eyes, a dream arrived,
Mother, my Mother, oh
Mother, my Mother, oh
Your slumber, a wandering beggar.
You are the fire, Mother,
You are the one who kindles,
I am the mendicant, bowing my head,
Do not speak of what is unheard.
My Mother, oh my Mother, oh
Days and nights, both frighten me,
This ache, this ache, walks in my heart,
This ache, oh, this ache, love is a butterfly,
That forever lays upon thorns.
My Mother, oh my Mother,
In the eyes of my songs,
A splinter of sorrow stings,
I rise in the midnight hours,
Calling out to my friends,
Mother, sleep deserts me.
Where do these days depart?
Do they too weep, these places?
Questions stand, answers absent,
Mother, my Mother, oh.
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