Two big arms I could sink into
If I was a bit scared at night
Deep eyes to which I was an open book
Without saying even a single word
She had a thousand gentle ways to wake me
When I didn't want to go to school
And I'd wonder while I looked at her feet
"Why doesn't this angel fly?"
I'd have faced the world
Woe to anyone who comes near or touches her
And words as sweet as those oven-baked cakes
They made my mouth water
She'd pull the blankets up to my nose
If it rained I was a bit scared
And I'd dive into her bed with open arms
At every loud thunder she'd hold me tight
Moms look at a plane in the sky
And that train on the railroad
They talk and dream about the son who's far away
Moms cry and wipe their glasses
While the years slip away
If you think of when they held your hand
Feels like yesterday, such melancholy