She sits all alone in an old garden chair
Watching the sun going down;
Four sons in the service somewhere far away
But she don't show a tear or a frown.
Deep down inside she's hiding her fear
As she offers a soft prayer above
That they'll all return and bring life again.
To the home that once brimmed with love.
She thinks of the times when the house used to chime
With laughter, recalling the past
And she hopes for the day when they're all home to stay
But she knows in her heart it can't last.
She's a Mother-a-lady, a friend and a wife
That silently suffers each day;
She's a Mother-a-lady and she gave them life
That nobody dare take away.
The clock races back but it don't seem so far
When Billy was still in his pram
And Robert and Gary played truant from school
And Greg nearly drowned in the dam.
Then she stops dreaming and thinks of today.
And perhaps what the future will hold,
Her sons are just numbers to everyone else
But to her they're a part of her soul.
She thinks of the times when the house used to chime
With laughter, recalling the past
And she hopes for the day when they're all home to stay
But she knows in her heart it can't last.
She's a Mother-a-lady, a friend and a wife
That silently suffers each day;
She's a Mother-a-lady and she gave them life
That nobody dare take away.
She's a Mother-a-lady, a friend and a wife
That silently suffers each day;
She's a Mother-a-lady and she gave them life
That nobody dare take away.