No Cash For Milk and Honey
Sitting in the kitchen
Mother caught me wishing,
Wishing we were richer than we were.
For we never had no money
No cash for milk or honey,
Father, he was hardly ever there.
My shoes were full of holes
The fire had no coals,
Winter, I can tell you was a curse.
But we had a mothers love
A blessing from above,
Any fears or worries she could nurse.
Now I'm in my kitchen
And once again I'm wishing,
Wishing that my mother was still here.
But she's with the lord above
Yet still I feel her love,
I think about you always, mother dear.
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