OUR MOTHER.
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,Hundreds of shells in the shore together,Hundreds of birds that go singing by,Hundreds of birds in the sunny weather.Hundreds of dew drops to greet the dawn,Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,Hundreds of butterflys on the lawn,But only one mother the wide world over.
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,Hundreds of shells in the shore together,Hundreds of birds that go singing by,Hundreds of birds in the sunny weather.Hundreds of dew drops to greet the dawn,Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,Hundreds of butterflys on the lawn,But only one mother the wide world over.
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,Hundreds of shells in the shore together,Hundreds of birds that go singing by,Hundreds of birds in the sunny weather.
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,
Hundreds of shells in the shore together,
Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
Hundreds of birds in the sunny weather.
Hundreds of dew drops to greet the dawn,Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,Hundreds of butterflys on the lawn,But only one mother the wide world over.
Hundreds of dew drops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflys on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.
—Unknown.