| Every day, the sun comes up
|
| Like the day before
|
| Every day, I fill my cup
|
| Stand up straight and walk through the door
|
| Every day, my mother’s voice
|
| Talks to me
|
| Every day, I make my choice
|
| What to do and how to be
|
| And every day, I build my life
|
| On her sacrifice
|
| And every day, I face my strife
|
| But I know where to go for advice
|
| Ooh, many roads I could’ve walked down
|
| Many, many ways to disappear
|
| And every day, I hear the sound
|
| Of her voice right by my ear
|
| So clear, so clear
|
| She taught me to be strong
|
| Well, I guess I got lucky
|
| Now I’ve got a dance and I’ve got a song
|
| They can’t take that away from me
|
| Every day, every day
|
| Every day, I hear my mother’s voice
|
| Every night, the stars come up
|
| Like the night before
|
| And every night, I drain my cup
|
| Lay me down and close the door
|
| Every day, I hear my mother’s voice
|
| Every day, I hear my mother’s voice
|
| Every day
|
| Every day, I hear my mother’s voice
|
| I hear my mother’s voice
|
| Every day, I hear my mother’s voice
|
| Every day, I hear my mother’s voice
|
| Every day, I hear my mother’s voice
|
| Every day |