Oh mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
and as I climb into an empty bed
oh well, enough said
I know it's over still I cling
I don't know where else I can go, mother
(SAME AS ABOVE)
and it never really began
but in my heart it was so real
"If you're so funny
I know because tonight is just like any other night
that's why you're on your own tonight
with your triumphs and your charms
while they are in each other's arms"
It's so easy to laugh
it's so easy to hate
it takes strength to be gentle and kind
it's over, over, over
love is natural and real
but not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head