All Mothers Must Sing - a Song For the Bulldog

It was not long ago By the reck'ning of things You were yet a wee one Yet under our wing- Now you have grown up Like snow follows Spring - Now you're a Mother, 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 They sing with their souls They sing while they're young, The 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 With their hearts and their sighs, They sing us to bed They sing as we rise; They sing in response To our smallest of cries 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,,,,