[Solo]🎵
Leaves from the vine
Falling so slow,
Like fragile, tiny shells
Drifting in the cold
Little soldier boy, come matching home
Brave soldier boy,
Come matching home
Come home, come home
Come lay your head on the feathery cloth,
Lest you'll be down with the cold.
The sun is old
And darkness threads its blanket folds.
The stars my son,
The stars,
They envy your glow.
Mum..
She understands your flow and
Never puts you on hold.
Waiting...
Her love is pure gold,
Balmed in myrrh
And buttered with rubies.
One to keep you going,
When your knees hurt
And back breaks.
Mum knew I had a heavy tongue,
Reading aloud to the hearing of others
Gave me chills.
She knew I had my own war to fight.
When words slipped through my lips,
And sense was farfetched,
Those days when my friends would laugh at my stammer
And mock when I breathe,
Mum would say
"Na tsui mibi. Muu k))y) pii dani owie."
She always had this hope,
This undying faith that everything was going to be fine.
That God got our backs,
And that's all the back up we needed.
9 months, she was due for the labour ward
The pain of child birth sure was excruciating,
But was nothing compared to her joy
When I headed through.
She tossed her pain to vain,
As if she never wailed while she pushed,
As if she never frailed while I came,
But she kissed me wet,
Her baby is here,
Mindless of her pain, she gives you love.
She gives you a home within her hug.
[Lullaby]🎶
She sings you a lullaby while you slept,
She calls countlessly to know that her baby was safe before she slept.
She.....
Maybe home isn't a place with 4 cornered walls,
And a paint to face
That could quake in a fall,
But home is a beating heart, and a breath,
Warm enough to cure your cold.
Home is mum,
And mum is home.
Leaves from the vine
Falling so slow,
Like fragile, tiny shells
Drifting in the cold
Little soldier boy, come matching home
Brave soldier boy,
Come matching home
Come home, come home
Come lay your head on the feathery cloth,
Lest you'll be down with the cold.
The sun is old
And darkness threads its blanket folds.
The stars my son,
The stars,
They envy your glow.
Mum..
She understands your flow and
Never puts you on hold.
Waiting...
Her love is pure gold,
Balmed in myrrh
And buttered with rubies.
One to keep you going,
When your knees hurt
And back breaks.
Mum knew I had a heavy tongue,
Reading aloud to the hearing of others
Gave me chills.
She knew I had my own war to fight.
When words slipped through my lips,
And sense was farfetched,
Those days when my friends would laugh at my stammer
And mock when I breathe,
Mum would say
"Na tsui mibi. Muu k))y) pii dani owie."
She always had this hope,
This undying faith that everything was going to be fine.
That God got our backs,
And that's all the back up we needed.
9 months, she was due for the labour ward
The pain of child birth sure was excruciating,
But was nothing compared to her joy
When I headed through.
She tossed her pain to vain,
As if she never wailed while she pushed,
As if she never frailed while I came,
But she kissed me wet,
Her baby is here,
Mindless of her pain, she gives you love.
She gives you a home within her hug.
[Lullaby]🎶
She sings you a lullaby while you slept,
She calls countlessly to know that her baby was safe before she slept.
She.....
Maybe home isn't a place with 4 cornered walls,
And a paint to face
That could quake in a fall,
But home is a beating heart, and a breath,
Warm enough to cure your cold.
Home is mum,
And mum is home.
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