Honey, I'll be outside with the baby
A baby boy in his mother's arms
She holds him high up on her chest
He feels the warmth of her breath
The assurance that mom will always be close by
In a sparkling momentous trip through time
He becomes a boy and her breath becomes a voice
A voice of reason and strength
That voice of concern atta-boys and discipline
Oh mother's children, mother's children soon become adults
Our Lives change and that breath becomes distant
But her love remains as if we were still toddled by her arms
Oh mother's children, oh mother's breath
How fast did time slip by us, oh mother dear I've lost touch with your breath
Oh mother's children, oh mother's breath
In a sparkling momentous trip though time
We circle back around again in a quite room
I hear mom's breaths slipping away into silence, into silence, into silence
Say something, go ahead, say something
When her breath is gone, you'll never get it back, you'll never hear it again
Precious is life. Mother's breath
