[ti:Mother]
[ar:Vashti Bunyan]
[al:]
[00:41.69]My mother would dance sometimes
[00:46.60]Believing herself alone
[00:51.41]But through a slightly open door
[00:56.62]I would watch her as she turned
[01:01.83]Turned round, round,
[01:05.92]Briefly unbound
[01:10.73]
[01:21.61]My mother played and sang sometimes
[01:26.53]Believing herself alone
[01:31.38]But through a slightly open door
[01:36.79]I could see her face upturned
[01:42.56]Songs long learned
[01:46.34]So long untuned
[01:52.26]
[02:41.65]I was her only audience
[02:46.87]She believes herself alone
[02:51.52]My applause should have been rapturous
[02:56.53]But I close the door
[03:01.25]And turned, turned away