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Silson Mother dear, mother dear, mother dear, The sky is getting cloudy, And it looks a lot, Like it might start to rain, So pick up your bag and your plastic mac, While I phone your mother again, To tell her we`ll still come over, Mother dear, it`s nice to hear from you again, Mother dear, don`t speak now, We`ll be over as soon as we can. Heading out the front door, Say good morning to the neighbours passing by, Then it caught my eye, The bus we needed, The bus too that takes us right outside, Mother dear, it`s nice to see you smiling face again once more, Mother dear the time has flown, And I`m afraid we`ll have to go. Waving from the window see that lonely look, Glistening in her eye, As we had back home she is left alone, Till next week at the same time, Until the goodbye farther. Goodbye mother dear, goodbye, goodbye, Goodbye mother dear, goodbye, goodbye. |