She listens to your joys and cares, She comforts you in pain -- And when you've grown older, You call, she comes again. She listens and her heart aches To see your heart in pain -- And when you've grown older -- You call, she comes again. She gives her hard-earned money To comfort childhood pains -- And when you've grown older -- You call -- she comes no more. Some turn aside to crime and hate -- They think they have no pain -- Still now that they've grown older, They call -- and wish her here again. |