I remember the song my mother used to sing
Each and every morning
There's the flowers blooming outside
And there aint no love inside our brothers and sisters lives
So if you cant be good you gotta be carefull
I remeber one rainy day on March
My poor ma, she sent me out to get some starch
I was the only one (that she could depend on)
So I had to shop and cook and clean all day long
Without a father only the one thats deep within
That's why I praise him for his might words, to teach us day by day oh
I remember the song my mother used to sing each and every morning
And there aint no love inside our brothers and sisters lives
Oh the song my mother used to sing