IíVE FORGOTTEN HOW MY MOTHERíS FACE LOOKED

Iíve forgotten how my motherís face looked
Iíve forgotten how my motherís voice sounded
Let night-time be a blanket made of memories
Let me throw it over my black heart

Iíve forgotten how my mother laughed
Iíve forgotten how she was when she cried
Let life rock me in her arms
I am her tiny little son

Iíve forgotten how my motherís hands were
Iíve forgotten how her eyes were when she gazed
Let the wind bring the scent of dry grass
While the rain falls ever so gently