Poor Mum
Poor mumPoor mumAfter a lifetime of dreamingPoor mumPoor mumWhatever became of your schemingNothing worked out in the way that you plannedNothing was quite as you thoughtTry very hard not to misunderstandJoy as it flies cannot be caughtPoor mumPoor mumWhere did you take a wrong turningPoor mumPoor mumPack up that last little yearningPack it away with the books and the toysSilent and boundSilent and mendGo out and grab at you life and forgetYou are poor, poor.. Mum