my mother, I don't weary her nor do I disobey her
woe is the one who doesn't have a mother, only he'd know her importance
my mother, I don't weary her nor do I disobey her
woe is the one who doesn't have a mother, only he'd know her importance
beautiful and precious, her feet are immaculate to kiss
beautiful and precious, her feet are immaculate to kiss
you may make everyone cry, but beware of letting her tear drop
you may make everyone cry, but beware of letting her tear drop
beautiful and precious, her feet are immaculate to kiss
you may make everyone cry, but beware of letting her tear drop
no matter how long you've been gone, your love runs in my blood
I've become a man because you are my mother
no matter how long you've been gone, your love runs in my blood
I've become a man because you are my mother
you may make everyone cry, but beware of letting her tear drop
beautiful and precious, her feet are immaculate to kiss