I believe, the words she spoke, my mother, true,
I believe, the words she spoke, my mother, true,
When childhood bloomed, and fairies danced in moonlit dew.
I believe, the words she spoke, my mother, true.
Now kin have severed ties, a chilling, lonely plight,
Now kin have severed ties, a chilling, lonely plight,
Then, branches bowed, to bear my weight, in golden light.
I believe, the words she spoke, my mother, true.
Now every road, a mournful, sullen, vacant stare,
Now every road, a mournful, sullen, vacant stare,
Then, every lane, invited games, beyond compare.
I believe, the words she spoke, my mother, true.
Now sleepless nights, that gaze on walls, in silent dread,
Now sleepless nights, that gaze on walls, in silent dread,
Then, even twilight’s lashes, heavy, softly shed.
I believe, the words she spoke, my mother, true.
Now countless sorrows, famine in a tear-stained land,
Now countless sorrows, famine in a tear-stained land,
Then, one small word, unleashed a river, close at hand.
I believe, the words she spoke, my mother, true,
When childhood bloomed, and fairies danced in moonlit dew.
I believe, the words she spoke, my mother, true.
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