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allan "mac" mchale & the old-time radio gang - the tramps mother كلمات الأغنية

well, you’re going to leave the old home, jim, today you’re going away
you’re going among the city folks to dwell
so spoke a dear old mother to her boy, one summer’s day
your mind’s made up that way, i wish you well
the old home will be lonely, i’ll miss you when you’re gone
and the birds won’t sing so sweet when you’re not here
but if ever you’re in trouble, jim, write and let us know
she spoke these words, and then she said goodbyе

when sickness overtakеs you
when old companions shake you
through the world you wander all alone
when, your friends, you haven’t any
in your pockets, not a penny
there’s mother, she’s waiting you at home, sweet home

oh, mother’s love she sent each night, down on her knees in prayer
she prayed for jim, wherever he did roam
she asked the lord to lead and guide, and bring him safely back
where mother’s love was waiting him at home

when sickness overtakes you
when old companions shake you
through the world you wander all alone
when, your friends, you haven’t any
in your pockets, not a penny
there’s mother, she’s waiting you at home, sweet home
ten years later, to the village came a stranger no one knew
his hair was long, and ragged clothes he wore
and the little children laughed at him as down the path he walked
well, at last he stopped before the cottage door
he gently knocked, no sound he heard, at first he thought her dead
and then he heard the password known to him
’twas mother’s voice, her hair had silver by the touch of time
she said, thank god, they brought you back, my jim

- allan mac mchale the old time radio gang

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