The dawn over Geebung on the morning of the day that I must bury the woman who gave me life.
I’d give a million dollars if I could change today;
I’d cut my heart into little pieces, and give them all away.
I’d tear out my eyes and slit my ears, why I’d even sever my head;
I would do any and all and every thing, if I could make my Mum not dead.
I wish that I was Jesus Christ, I’d raise her from the grave;
Or if I was his father, I’d roll that big stone from her cave;
But I am just a mortal man, full of frailties, faults and fears;
I am just a dead mother’s son, and there’s nothing can stop my tears.
In the darkness by her coffin, I bend and kiss her once warm now cold lips;
If the love I feel were warm westerly winds, it would sail a thousand ships;
But it’s not my ship that’s sailing now, disappearing over the sea;
And so I hold Mum’s face for the very last time, and I stroke her tenderly.
The sun breaks over Moreton Bay, it’s shining red and burnished gold,
It washes over the woman I love, once young and then grown old;
Life is like a twinkling star, its journey’s like the phases of the moon;
She’s travelling across the universe now , but we’ll all be joining Mum soon.
All the flowers bud and bloom, all the flowers fade and wilt and die;
All the mourners lament and grieve, and all the mourners wail and cry;
But life is just a a shooting star that blazes all too swiftly through the sky;
We’re born, we live, we love, we hope, we grow, but before we know it our end is nigh.
I love you Mum.