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Mother (I saw the moon) ©

Lissa Kathe Monk
NSW, Australia
1994-2005

Mother, mother, tell me please
where is the child? She's gone it seems
do you remember long ago
how you rocked her to and fro..

Mother, mother see how I've become
here is a child, in my own arms
I hold so near don't want to let go
and now I can rock, to and fro

I saw the moon, 'twas watching you
playing a childish game of peek-a-boo
between the clouds it peeks on you
playing a game of peek-a-boo
I saw the moon, in your eyes
I saw the moon, in your smile
I saw the moon, the moon rise
I saw the moon....

Mother, mother when I'm feeling weak
and the only road ahead is steep
and all around me storms will blow
I rock my children to and fro

Mother, mother softly speak
those secrets that I need to keep
inside my heart to guide me strong
mother's love can right the wrong

I saw the moon 'twas watching you
playing a childish game of peek-a-boo
between the clouds it peeks on you
playing a game of peek-a-boo
I saw the moon in your eyes
I saw the moon in your smile
I saw the moon, the moon rise
I saw the moon

Mother, mother you guide me well
for I am now mother to my own, as well
mother to my babes in arms
Mother to all those I love



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