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| My Mum, she tells a lot of lies, she never did before, From now until the day she dies, she`ll tell a whole lot more, She used to tell the truth a lot, but now it doesn`t matter, I died and went to Heaven, now her life is all a-shatter`d, Ask my Mum how she is, she`ll say "Yes I`m fine!!" She wants to beg, "Please help me, I can`t find that boy of mine" Ask my Mum how she is, she`ll say "I`m alright" If thats the truth then tell me, why does she cry each night? Ask my Mum how she is, `cause she seems to cope so well, She didn`t have a choice you see, nor the strength to yell, For even though you loved me, you didn`t love me as much as she, She will smile and tell you, "It`s OK, God has a plan, But she will turn away and cry, `cause she can`t understand, Tell a joke and she will laugh, but she is not OK, She wants to share the joke with me, but it won`t be today, I watch from here in Heaven, her distress disturbs my peace, Will someone please take care of her, and thus take care of me? "Someday you will feel better" "Yes I will" she lies, She knows this will not happen until the day she dies, Ask my Mum how she is, she`ll say "Thank you, good" She cannot tell you how she feels-oh how I wish she could, Ask my Mum how she is "I`m fine, I`m well, I`m coping" For God`s sake Mum! tell the truth, just say your heart is broken, Ask my Mum how she is, I`m well, I`m good, and you? I`ll shake my head in Heaven, it simply isn`t true, She`ll love me all her life, I loved her all of mine, she`ll lie and say she`s fine, Her carnival is over, she`s stepped of the carousel, But to save you feeling badly, she`ll say "Thanks all is well" My Mum, she`s not gone quite mad yet, but oh so very nearly, Don`t ask my Mum how she is, ask her how is she......really, I am here in Heaven, I cannot hug her from here, If she lies to you, don`t listen, hug her, hold her near, On the day that we meet again, we`ll smile and I`ll be bold, I`ll say, "You`re lucky to get in here Mum, with all the lies you`ve told. by Jo Burr |
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