As I lay you gently down to sleep,
I hear my mother's voice lilting to me.
Unexpected child was I upon a young girl.
Through her tears she sang me farewell.
Come sing a song for the mothers,
Who held you in their arms, when you were a child.
Who sacrificed their dreams for ours, taught us to fly,
Soothing our fears with her lullaby.
Wrapped up in my mother's crotched shawl,
I crossed a far away sea to a world turned around.
New hands, a bottle, kind eyes and a strange lullaby,
My new mother answered my cries.
Time like the tide she ebbs and flows,
And in my arms I cradle a child of my own.
Her eyes the forest green, whilst mine are cornflower blue.
Perhaps they're a keepsake from you?
