MotherI watched the flowers bloom in MayMore Like This
And roses drenched in summer rain.
The wind carried this song to me,
As I sat beneath our apple tree.
A gentle hand above my head,
Warm cuddles late night in your bed.
A picture frame that's on the wall.
A baby girl learning to crawl.
Wild stories just to fall asleep,
Soft pillows crowding at her feet.
Sweet lullabies to calm her down
While clinging to your silk night gown.
These things are ghosts of past
But still I remember.
And though they didn't last
I'll still love you forever.
So, don't give up on me now,
No, I won't let you drown.
Cause I am lost till you are found....
Oh, so lost till you are found....