WHENEVER I am bad all day Until I'm really 'shamed to pray, I wait till mother comes to say "Good night, dear child." That's mother's way. And then, somehow, I don't know why, I tell her everything and cry. She hugs me then, and right away I feel less sad. That's mother's way. And mother kneels down by my bed And pulls my face close to her head, And we both snuggle down and pray, That's why I'm glad for mother's way. |