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All Mothers Must Sing - A Song for the Bulldog

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My wife sang beautifully to our children their whole childhoods; now she continues with the Grandchild. Here's hoping my daughter continues the tradition.

It was not long ago By the reck'ning of things You were yet a wee one Yet under our wing- But now you have grown up Like snow follows Spring - Now you're a Mother, And all Mothers must sing. All Mothers must sing, Though not always with voice; 'Tis a matter of Truth, Not a question of Choice. They sing with their hearts And they sing with their souls They sing while they're young, And they sing when they're old. All Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers Must sing, Some sing but a whisper, Some make the walls ring. They know that they hold The most Precious of things; So all Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers Must sing. They sing with their smiles And their hearts and their sighs, They sing us to bed And they sing as we rise; They sing in response To our smallest of cries And all with the brilliance of love in their eyes. So from now to the time You are grey just like me Darling, sing to your babes As I sang to thee; They shall grow to be kind, To be honest and true; They shall grow to be Wonderful, Just like you. All Mothers must sing All Mothers must sing All Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers Must sing; Some sing but a whisper, Some make the walls ring; They know that they hold The most Precious of things; So all Mothers, all Mothers, all Mothers Must sing,,,,

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Date: 11/16/2016 4:05:00 PM
Love this--so true.
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Date: 9/20/2016 6:07:00 PM
Absolutely beautiful. "A fav."
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