A proud and noble lady, she once stood straight and tall
And what the world did offer, she smiled and took it all
Her children were her laughter, her husband was her wall
And thus she met each season from winter unto fall.

What was it made you mother, in gloom you fed us light
What made that spark within you a joy to other’s sight
What blessed soul created and made you shine so bright
What kept you there to watch us through all our sleepless night?

Now time, it has no lovers, no sense of worth or deeds
It sweeps across the vastness in search of its own needs
It ticks away each second. It carves away life’s seeds
A wind upon or mem’ries, and on our youth it feeds.

A proud and noble lady, her heart now left to dance
I know she’s playing somewhere, you see it in her glance
So patiently she sits there, in mem’ries she does prance
And in her loving stories, such knowledge she implants

What was it made you mother, I listen on my knees
What made you strong and faithful, to others like to these
What is that strength that formed you and kept your soul at ease
What is it to be like you, soft flower among the trees?

She held my hand so softly and looked into my eyes
A tear she had to offer for all my what’s and whys
She kissed me on my cheek and held me by and by
“Just try to be a good son. You’ll feel a mother’s sigh.”