**Verse 1** My mama is eighty-six, lives right next door In her little senior apartment, where the days can feel so long She’s still fit, her eyes are bright, her heart beats strong and true But when it gets too quiet in her room, she doesn’t know what to do **Verse 2** Then she grabs her rollator, packs her little bag Closes the door behind her and heads out down the path Through the village, past the bakery, to the corner store she goes She’s looking for something new, something nice – as long as something’s going on **Chorus** There has to be something happening, or it gets too still Otherwise the day feels empty and gray, and she can’t take it, no she will With her rollator she comes rolling in, bringing sweets and decorations galore Mama needs a little life around her – and we get it at our door **Verse 3** Today it’s gummy bears, porcelain angels shining bright Gingerbread hearts in March, because they were “on special” tonight She sets them down, tells her stories, sips her coffee warm And for a little while the world is exactly how she wants it to be **Chorus** There has to be something happening, or it gets too still Otherwise the day feels empty and gray, and she can’t take it, no she will With her rollator she comes rolling in, bringing sweets and decorations galore Mama needs a little life around her – and we get it at our door **Bridge** She’s not just bringing us things, she’s bringing us her time A bit of cheerful chaos, a little light that shines And when she rolls back home with an empty bag and a satisfied smile We know the day was better – because Mama walked that extra mile **Final Chorus** (softer, slower) There has to be something happening… or it gets too still So she keeps on rolling, till the evening sky grows chill With her rollator through the village, love tucked in her bag Thank you, Mama, for every little gift you bring us – every single day
