Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.
A mother's work is never done
She works from morning until dawn
She spreads her love
And keeps you warm
But only once a year we say
Mother we wish you "Happy Mother’s Day"
She works from morning until dawn
She spreads her love
And keeps you warm
But only once a year we say
Mother we wish you "Happy Mother’s Day"
"Happy Mother’s Day" From ASB-World.
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