Из альбома: When You Come to the End of the Day

No summer cloud,
Is white enough to match,
The color of her hair!

No span of time,
Is long enough to ever end,
Her tender care!

And since I'm speaking of,
My Mother's love,
Please let me tell you Sir!

No well on earth,
Is deep enough to drown,
The love I hold for her!

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