Lay Her Among the Lilies
Our mama, my woman is gone,
Gone home to be with the lasses.
Free from the pains of the masses.
We laid her among the finest of lilies,
She is the finest we have ever known.
Our mama was very stern with the rod
And with the Word.
Her heart was always full of tough love.
It is this tough love that has turned us to be;
Who we are yesterday, today and tomorrow.
We acknowledge you yesterday today and always;
As the best mother, we had, our love has no bounds.
We lay a wreath of lilies on your grave stone beloved.
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