A bond between a parent and child goes beyond life.

Mother mother wipe my forehead
let my memory be
in the glory of the garden
by a tall chestnut tree

Like the wind that echoes
place for all to see
a prayer to the God
that sets my spirit free

Weeping is for children
none of this for me
just a bush of roses
planted by the tree

Mother hold me close
let the last day be
a honor to our friendship
set next to me until I'm free

When I have gone to heaven
listen for me
I will talk to you
in the wind in the tree

Mother mother wipe my forehead
say a short prayer with me
as God takes my spirit
at last from pain I will be free.