But Children Robbed Of Love Will Dwell

This Will Be Great Mam's Last Spring. Her Last June Apples. Her Last Fresh Roasting Ears From The Garden.

She Kept Swimming Out Into Life Because She Hadn't Yet Found A Rock To Stand On.

Your Dreams, What You Hope For And All That, It's Not Separate From Your Life. It Grows Right Up Out Of It.

You See Mother, You Had No Life Of Your Own. They Have No Idea. One Has Only A Life Of One's Own.

Sometimes I Prayed For Baby Jesus To Make Me Good, But Baby Jesus Didn't.