[00:23.30]The day is over and still so heavy on the mind
[00:32.11]In flew glowing, smiling mother, butterfly in yellow
[00:42.88]To join the frowning cactus crowd
[00:47.92]Finding flowers even there to flutter round
[00:57.39]I thought, isn't mother grand? The way she flies and flies
[01:03.92]Into the sting of the cold and the prick of the barbed wire
[01:13.09]Isn't mother grand to gladly fly and swiftly fly
[01:20.10]Into the sting of the cold and the prick of the barbed wire
[01:42.71]The day is over and still goes passing through the mind:
[01:51.55]In came glowing, smiling mother, sure and kind
[01:59.25]To rouse us, to give ourselves out and to cry
[02:06.63]Birth to warm intentions, worthless otherwise
[02:16.62]Oh, the lives that brush against us, pass us by and by
[02:24.34]The friends who may or may not come if we would first invite
[02:32.33]Oh, to open doors, to always gladly fly and fly
[02:47.67][02:39.08]Into the sting of the cold and the prick of the barded wire