Mother, mother
You are a disgusting liar
I have had the heart torn from
My pure white flower

It was not beautiful
It was not how you said it would be
Did I call your name
When they made a woman of me

Mother, mother
Seems the truth does not become me
Life has put these
Wretched lines of age upon me

It is not beautiful
It is not how you said it would be
As the days go by

Oh they make a cynic of me
It is not beautiful
It is not how you said it would be

Mary mother of God
Well I never never, never, never
If the truth be told
I could have been better, better, better, better

Well I know these things now
Well I know these things now
Well I know these things now
Well I know these things now

Well I know these things now
Well I know these things now
Well I know these things now
Well I know these things now

Well I know these things now
Well I know these things now

Mother's pride is
So misguided and misleading