A Mother's Love

It's good to see you on your feet again
Hope this light won't ever leave my friend
You made it hard for me to care for you
But now you're fine and
There's nothing left to do

See on the trees all the flowers in bloom
The sweet taste of joy says
The fruit will be soon

No need for you to apologize
Your tender eyes shine clearly -- worn but wise
We're just like kids who've gone and done no good
But we are fine in the love of motherhood

See on the trees all the flowers in bloom
The sweet taste of joy says the fruit will be soon

Mother's love
Mother's love
How I've missed
Mother's love

The troubles of the past are over now
No more grief will furrow this old brow
We made it through the worst of hard-luck times
Now we ought to sing and ring some chimes

See on the trees all the flowers in bloom
The sweet taste of joy says the fruit will be soon

Glory to the day which blesses us
Morning shines and sings out glorious
Perhaps all sense has flown away from me
Yet my spirit seems to be set free