O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander,
I will lead you away to a beautiful land,— The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder
We'll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there, Where moonlight and starlig...
Cuddling in the arms her half-asphyxiated baby, howling,she ran up the staircase of the apartment building that was set ablaze
From the first floor to the second
From the second to the third
From the third to the fourth
Good morning sweetheart
Good morning my Saint of a sweetheart
It has been two year mother since the boy has sailed on his mythical journey
Since he hid within his luggage the green morning of his homeland and her stars, and her stre...
Let others speak of her shame,
I speak of my own
O Germany, pale mother
How soiled you are As you sit among the peoples
I do not think of you lying in the wet
Of a Monaghan graveyard;
I
You walking down a lane among the
Mother Carey
She's the mother o' the witches'N' all them sort o' rips;
She's a fine gell to look at, but the hitch is,
She's a sight too fond of ships;
HE moon upon the wide sea Placidly looks down,
Smiling with her mild face,
Though the ocean frown
Clouds may dim her brightness,
Never a sigh for the cares that she bore for me Never a thought of the joys that flew by;
Her one regret that she couldn't do more for me, Thoughtless and selfish, her Master was I
Oh, the long nights that she came at my call to me
...
Now all day long the man who is not
Hastens the dark with inattentive eyes,
The woman with white hand and erect
Stares at the covers, leans for the son's
God made my mother on an April day,
From sorrow and the mist along the sea,
Lost birds' and wanderers' songs and ocean spray,
And the moon loved her wandering jealously
Mother, to whose valiant
Battling long ago,
What the heaping years fulfil,
Light and song,
Sleep, sleep, my beloved,without worry, without fear,although my soul does not sleep,although I do not rest
Sleep, sleep, and in the nightmay your whispers be softerthan a leaf of grass,or the silken fleece of lambs
May my flesh slumber ...