[Intro] [Verse 1] Well, what to write about, today, I ask myself, the usual way. I see some children seek and play. I see two mothers, if you may … [Verse 2] When I was little, went to school, where I was bullied, made the fool, my mother was at home all day. I coped with bully, if you may … [Choir] My mother was so generous, so sweet, so gentle. Humorous. She giggled when she had the chance. My every power she’d enhance. [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Economy was not so good. It had its cost, that’s understood, my father’s pay alone to cash. Though, light and love did ever flash. [Verse 4] Called Sigrun, she was, – victory of pen and pencil, actually. I loved my mother, had my ways. And she loved me. She made my days. [Choir] My mother was so generous, so sweet, so gentle. Humorous. She giggled when she had the chance. My every power she’d enhance. [Verse 4] Called Sigrun, she was, – victory of pen and pencil, actually. I loved my mother, had my ways. And she loved me. She made my days.
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