Song for Mother England

[Daddy Bear]

Mother England, take me back

 

And cradle me to stay

 

As I've been gone four hundred years

 

Four thousand miles away

 

 

I cannot claim to know your face

 

The memory's so dim

 

But this true heart will leap to feel

 

The arms that take me in

 

 

Mother, Mother, though I'm a wanderer

 

You wouldn't be left alone

 

I ne'er forgot the way I was brought

 

The way that would point back home

 

I'm known to stand in New England's sand

 

To reminisce dolefully

 

And o'er the breeze that travels the sea

 

To sail a son's kisses to thee

 

 

At night the moon comes from the east

 

Reflecting your sweet eyes

 

And gentle voice that sings me rhymes

 

And ancient lullabies

 

 

For am I not that little black sheep

 

Who'd sacrifice his wool

 

That you could weave a blanket so warm

 

Around us both to pull

 

 

Mother, Mother, though I'm a wanderer

 

You wouldn't be left alone

 

I ne'er forgot the way I was brought

 

The way that would point back home

 

A few days more I'll linger afar

 

But solemnly I decree

 

One evening soon I'll saddle that moon

 

And ride it on back to thee

 

 

Dearest Mother, I will be back

 

To cradle you and to stay

 

No hundreds of years, no thousands of miles

 

Can weather our love away