Mother, mother You are a disgusting liar I have had the heart torn from My pure white flower It was not beautiful It was not how you said it would be Did I call your name When they made a woman of me Mother, mother Seems the truth does not become me Life has put these Wretched lines of age upon me It is not beautiful It is not how you said it would be As the days go by Oh they make a cynic of me It is not beautiful It is not how you said it would be Mary mother of God Well I never never, never, never If the truth be told I could have been better, better, better, better Well I know these things now Well I know these things now Well I know these things now Well I know these things now Well I know these things now Well I know these things now Well I know these things now Well I know these things now Well I know these things now Well I know these things now Mother's pride is So misguided and misleading