Song Description
A playful look at the gift of being the mother of a family
| Song Length |
4:31 |
Genre |
Jazz - Fusion, Jazz - Lounge |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Cheerful, Gracious |
Subject |
Mother, Marriage |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Pack up their lunches, they fly out the door
Since it's Monday, I'll see you 'round 4:00
Pray to the schedule, pray for some flow
Pray the road less traveled is plowed.
Blessed family to have and to hold
Their crowning heads, my own flesh and blood
Delivered safe, now raise 'em up sound
Run it smooth, not tightly wound
It's my turn to be the mother of a family. they're gifts from heaven ...heaven help me
We said the vows, we drank from the cup
Settle down really means speed it up
Not so easy, holding the fort
I roll up my sleeves, it's my life and it's so short
It's my turn to be the mother of a family.they're gifts from heaven...
Will I give and care-give and care
'til I disappear into the daily routine
The hardest job and the biggest dream
Is to show up and be seen.
I'm just someone to guide them, steady on strong, yeah
Part advisor, part sacred clown
Play fair play from the heart
I'll try not to become an old fart
It's my turn to be the mother of a family they're gifts from heaven...