The sun, dawn of flowers and salt
And sand on her lips
A lighthouse, yearning hanging on the clothesline
Red and blue and brown
I'm an umbilical cord
To whom nothing is enough
The sun burning through my newspaper
My voice, my light, my sound
Every man needs a mother
Every man needs a mother
The sky, froth from apple cider
In the belly, two brothers
My hair is a dark fleece
Nose and face and hands
Honey, silver, gold, and toads
The head and the heart
The sky clears in the morning
And I take shelter on her lap by the floor
Every man needs a mother
Every man needs a mother
Every man needs a mother
Every man needs a mother