Mama dear
Don't come near
The time has come that we parted.
Baby girl
Now a pearl
Will finish what you started.
Mama dear
Life is queer
Not at all what you planned.
He ain't rough
But he's tough
And with him I will stand.
You can't stop me
He won't drop me
We are beyond your control.
My time to run
Yours is done
The young take the place of the old.
from Babcock
© Copyright 1996 and 1999 by Joe Cottonwood