MOMMA

When I am older and I have aged many years
I will ask you a question while I fight back many tears

I will ask you, Momma, what do the clouds feel like on your fingertips
And Momma, please tell me you’re in a better place than this
I hope you will say, the wind that I feel makes me feel young again
To answer your question, I’m making the world a better place to live

Oh Momma, Momma, Momma, sing me another lulla-goodbye song
Oh Momma, Momma, Momma, please tell me when you’re coming home
Oh Momma, Momma, Momma, sing me another lulla-goodbye song
Oh Momma, Momma, Momma, you know I can’t stand to be alone

I can hardly stand at all
You’re no longer there to catch when I fall
So many unanswered questions
I just wish you could answer ’em all

But I can’t hear your replies
But I could always see the truth in your eyes
Please don’t steer me wrong
I can’t deal with any more lies

Oh Momma, Momma, Momma, sing me another lulla-goodbye song
Oh Momma, Momma, Momma, please tell me when you’re coming home
Oh Momma, Momma, Momma, sing me another lulla-goodbye song
Oh Momma, Momma, Momma, you know I can’t stand to be alone

I have aged many years
And I’m fighting back the tears

Oh Momma, Momma, Momma, I have lost count of all the days
Oh Momma, Momma, Momma, it’s so nice to see your face

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