| Song | Mother |
| Artist | Cyndi Lauper |
| Album | Sisters Of Avalon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Written:Cyndi Lauper/Jan Pulsford | |
| Over land and over sea | |
| She reaches out to me | |
| Weaving and threading the loom | |
| From womb to womb | |
| Slaves and merchants | |
| Pilgrims and thieves | |
| Felt her hand and charted skys | |
| By following her moon Mother.. Mother.. Mother... | |
| Some came and built with stone and bone | |
| Some planted fields on promised land | |
| And harvested their dreams, then disappeared | |
| As generations lose their memory | |
| I'll try and remind my heart.. | |
| And hope that it will set me free | |
| Mother.. Mother.. Mother... | |
| Condemning my true nature | |
| I stood outside of myself.. outside of myself | |
| Conditioning is what made me | |
| Lose sight of myself.. lose sight of myself | |
| ..Lose sight | |
| Ravens cry out, tides pull in | |
| Somehow she replenishes..giving birth again Mother.. Mother.. Mother... |
| Written: Cyndi Lauper Jan Pulsford | |
| Over land and over sea | |
| She reaches out to me | |
| Weaving and threading the loom | |
| From womb to womb | |
| Slaves and merchants | |
| Pilgrims and thieves | |
| Felt her hand and charted skys | |
| By following her moon Mother.. Mother.. Mother... | |
| Some came and built with stone and bone | |
| Some planted fields on promised land | |
| And harvested their dreams, then disappeared | |
| As generations lose their memory | |
| I' ll try and remind my heart.. | |
| And hope that it will set me free | |
| Mother.. Mother.. Mother... | |
| Condemning my true nature | |
| I stood outside of myself.. outside of myself | |
| Conditioning is what made me | |
| Lose sight of myself.. lose sight of myself | |
| .. Lose sight | |
| Ravens cry out, tides pull in | |
| Somehow she replenishes.. giving birth again Mother.. Mother.. Mother... |
| Written: Cyndi Lauper Jan Pulsford | |
| Over land and over sea | |
| She reaches out to me | |
| Weaving and threading the loom | |
| From womb to womb | |
| Slaves and merchants | |
| Pilgrims and thieves | |
| Felt her hand and charted skys | |
| By following her moon Mother.. Mother.. Mother... | |
| Some came and built with stone and bone | |
| Some planted fields on promised land | |
| And harvested their dreams, then disappeared | |
| As generations lose their memory | |
| I' ll try and remind my heart.. | |
| And hope that it will set me free | |
| Mother.. Mother.. Mother... | |
| Condemning my true nature | |
| I stood outside of myself.. outside of myself | |
| Conditioning is what made me | |
| Lose sight of myself.. lose sight of myself | |
| .. Lose sight | |
| Ravens cry out, tides pull in | |
| Somehow she replenishes.. giving birth again Mother.. Mother.. Mother... |