Mother

Are you golden For no poppy waved farewell When we traveled Wearing rags, changing them for bells The distance is a veil Which will help us cover the miles I adore you like my sails Christ, I made you cry Christ, I made you cry Mother we've got the time What a fool I've been to hide For you never left me wandering Never told a lie Now I ramble and I chase Your glorious smile for hours Now I ramble and I ache For the words to make you sing Now I come back again To love and listen to those bells you used to ring Mother we've got the time What a fool I've been to hide For you never left me wandering Never told a lie For you never left me wandering Never told a lie