ode to mothers day
sometimes i feel like a motherless child
sometimes i feel like a motherless child
a long ways from home
theres a bird calling at my window
with a strange tropical voice
perhaps shes from la floridia
or maybe new mexico
far away from home
but not
so far
as i
right now ...
way up in da heab'nly land
a long ways from home
strange bird
theres a bird calling at my window
with a strange tropical voice
perhaps shes from la floridia
or maybe new mexico
far away from home
but not
so far
as i
right now ...
way up in da heab'nly land
a long ways from home
strange bird
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