Lyrics

Where is that girl of eighteen
Who once was a ballroom queen
Sang for the troops
Music with soul and rock and roll

It’s me mum, your daughter,
remember all pretty dresses you made for me
You were so proud of me
The one with the golden curls
The youngest and liveliest amongst all the girls
Lucky in love, lucky in life
While you knew loneliness, heartache and strife

Mother and daughter
The life that brought her
The tree and the fruit
A love absolute
Sometimes life can seem endless
Sometimes it is just too short
Just too short

She does not understand
‘Why am I here?’
She packs her bags again
‘I want to be free’
‘You cannot leave, love.
Have a cup of tea, love’
And then she forgets
And then she remembers

Twenty years old, keen to get away
Waving at me on Christmas Day
I could see you were glad
With my husband gone
I’m left all alone
You were all that I had

Mother and daughter
The life that brought her
The tree and the fruit
A love absolute
Sometimes life can seem endless
Sometimes it is just too short
Just too short

Mum, let me raise your chair
Paint your toenails, brush your hair
I have brought your best dress
Gems of emerald green
make you look just like the queen
you have always been

I will build you boat
To take you back in time
I will build you a boat
With all your precious things in it
And we’ll sail away
To where we all go
You will sail far away
Holding my hand

Mother and daughter
The life that brought her
The tree and the fruit
A love absolute