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(Thinking about my beautiful mother and hoping she approved of my life choices.)

Lyrics

On the first day of school you woke me up early said, “Come walk with me”
You held my hand and we walked together to the old Mulberry tree
And I don’t remember a word that you said
Just how important I felt jumping out of my bed
To go walk in the morning with my mother to the Mulberry tree
 
I was your first baby I came along early when you were just 19
You’d tell me the story of the first time I smiled when you were holding me
You said your heart stopped and the world looked brand new
You said love never felt any bigger to you
And I understood when my own baby first smiled at me
 
When do the dreams of the mother become the dreams of the daughter
And if the daughter should find a less traveled road
Where does the mother go, where does she go
 
You always said one day that I’d be the writer with my own song to sing
Well this road’s been long and low and I often wonder now what you think of me
Living from suitcases so seldom home
With a million goodbyes to little girls of my own
Is this what you meant back when you, back when you’d dream for me
 
When do the dreams of the mother become the dreams of the daughter
And if the daughter should find a less traveled road
Where does the mother go, where does she go