This is my mam, is how she was
when she was young, a beauty las
If she had lived untill today
we’d have a feast, a special way
on her 95th , birthday
But she’s not here, she’s long long gone
her grave still clear, for ever here
she took her secrets in her grave
she burned her diaries, was it brave?
don’t know the questions in my mind
So answers will I never find
She was my Mam, I love her dear
The grieve still big, 35 years
Untill I die, I will shed tears
Knew her so brief, o dear o dear!