Текст песни
Call the midwife, 1934
The birth of a legend and so much more
The oldest of four, you had to grow up so fast
In a war torn world that you dreamt would be the last
You met my dad at 17
Your Beautiful innocence, a teenage queen
The wedding bells heard far and wide
Your childhood all packed up, a forces bride
Oh my mother, I thank you
Hold me, hold me
Oh my mother I love you
Hold me, hold me, hold me
I came along in 58
The nomadic life for this kid was f'in great
I remember you got me my first guitar,
And told me that one day I would shoot to the stars
We sit here now with a glass of wine,
And reminisce about the good old times
We sigh and we laugh about the what and the how
Respect for you mum, respect, take a bow!
Oh my mother, I thank you
Hold me, hold me
Oh my mother I love you
Hold me, hold me, hold me