| My mother sang the sweetest melody
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| Although she never sang in a musical key
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| I’d hear her through the house
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| My name called out loud
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| My mother sang the sweetest melody
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| My mother’s hands were always cool and soft
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| And like her eyes they would caress with every touch
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| She would listen to my chatter
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| As if every word I spoke mattered
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| She’d hold me close and whisper in my ear
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| She’d say, «girl you are a part of me
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| I have made you strong
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| When you grow up and are on your own
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| Remember to win them with your song»
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| My father sang in perfect harmony
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| And though he never sang in a musical key
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| You could hear him when he’d enter the house
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| The kiss he’d give my Ma
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| My father sang in perfect harmony
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| My father’s words were always sure and clear
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| And like his presence they would rid me of my fears
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| When I crawled up on his knees
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| I was safe as I could be
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| He’d hold me tight and whisper in my ear
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| He’d say, «girl you are a part of me
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| I have made you strong
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| When you grow up and are on your own
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| Remember to win them with your song»
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| My mother sang in perfect harmony
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| Although she never sang in a musical key |