Molly Drake
Poor Mum
Poor mum, poor mumAfter a lifetime of dreamingPoor mum, poor mumWhatever became of your schemingNothing worked outIn the way that you plannedNothing was quite as you thoughtTry very hard not to misunderstandJoy as it fliesCannot be caughtPoor mum, Poor mumWhere did you take a wrong turning?Poor mum, poor mumPack up that last little yearningPack it away with the books and the toysSilent and dumbSilent and mendGo out and grab at your lifeAnd forgetYou are poor, poor..."Mum"
From Letras Mania