Lyrics

I saw a modest woman
standing by her was a young one
and he looked like he could possibly be her son

then I thought of my own mother
and of how my brother loves her
and of how our loves so often become unsung

when the sun goes down in the evening
and I hold my baby to me
is the moment when I finally know
what it means

when the sun comes up in the morning
how the music makes me lonely
is the beauty in the story of
what it means

when the line gets broken
and you wish that you had spoken
of the things that now have quietly faded from view

when you're clutching on to something
and it turns out to be nothing
you can take it all and make it all to be new

©?Vicki McCrone