When I was just a little boy,
And thought that I was cute & coy,
Who always brought my favorite toy?
When I was really small & little,
Who often played for me, her fiddle,
And cleaned me up, when oft I piddle...
Who thought I looked so nice and fair,
And taught me how to pray my prayer,
That God, somehow was everywhere...
Who taught me patience, how to wait,
To seek the truth, investigate,
To always love, and never hate,
And as my life did move along,
Who taught me how to sing a song,
And where the notes and words were wrong...
And who, did teach me how to cry,
To grieve, her love when she did die,
She didn't have time, to tell me why?