Mother

Are you golden
For no poppy waved farewell
When we traveled
Wearing rags, changing them for bells
The distance is a veil
Which will help us cover the miles
I adore you like my sails
Christ, I made you cry
Christ, I made you cry
Mother we've got the time
What a fool I've been to hide
For you never left me wandering
Never told a lie
Now I ramble and I chase
Your glorious smile for hours
Now I ramble and I ache
For the words to make you sing
Now I come back again
To love and listen to those bells you used to ring
Mother we've got the time
What a fool I've been to hide
For you never left me wandering
Never told a lie
For you never left me wandering
Never told a lie