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• Artiste: David Roth
• Titre: Mother's Day Card
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I always have a hard time picking out a card for Mother When I'm browsing in the Hallmark store, I haven't got a clue She doesn't like my taste in clothes, or who I choose for lovers I don't imagine many mothers do But a difference of opinion never stopped this world from turning Even though we've had our share I wish that time would ease this strain So I'm choosing to remember how for her, a single mother Life was often filled with struggle and with pain My mother was a singer, she was beautiful and full of life She'd tuck me in with "Que Sera Sera" when I was just a kid If I become a dad one day, I'll put my own to bed that way I'll sing to them the way my mother did I finally left the house when I was old enough for college She helped me buy my Buick and we drove it down to school The thermostat was shot, we overheated, had to stop And we just sat there in the silence 'til the engine cooled I remember that I couldn't wait to get off of that interstate We turned the Buick over and got going on our way She must have felt so all alone to see her youngest leaving home The little boy she thought would be the president one day My mother was a singer, she was radiant and full of hope She'd tuck me in with "Que Sera Sera" when I was just a kid If I become a Dad one day, I'll put my own to bed that way I'll sing to them the way my mother did So now we have our weekly call, where mostly talk is mostly small Sometimes she thinks her kids still blame her for things that didn't go so good But I'll rewrite this greeting card, "I know your life was very hard I also know you did the very best you could." I've tried to say those words to her but the hurt goes deep and back so far A little girl in Jersey and a childhood gone wrong She gave up singing years ago, but now and then a glimmer shows Her little man has taken up her song My mother was a singer, she was delicate and full of dreams She'd tuck me in with "Que Sera Sera" when I was just a kid If I become a dad one day, I'll put my own to bed that way I'll sing to them the way my mother did