mother and son

she dreams of pencil gowns

an orchard in the spring

a house in its own grounds

the joys that love should bring

three miles to school each day

a teacher to her trade

rules to be obeyed

his world a melody

on every street in town

no game

no boyish chant

can match his secret sound

each time that she draws near

he reaches for her glance

partners in the family dance

mother and son

mother and son

who can foretell

the mystery to come?

maybe a two-step on a star

or a long road in shadow

caught in a web by destiny spun

nowhere to run

from mother and son

her dreams grow dimmer now

the years have claimed their toll

a child once more

she waits

for peace of mind to fall

he leans to comfort her

and catches by surprise

the stranger in his mother's eyes

mother and son

mother and son

who can ordain

the promise to come?

maybe a curtain-call bouquet

or a garland of sorrow

caught in a web by destiny spun

tied to the beat of the ancestral drum

nowhere to run

from mother and son

mother and son