Mother Make My Bed
Oh mother make my bed
I need to lay my head
Where I have laid it a thousand times before
Why'd you let me roam?
So far away from home
I have wandered so long
Don't know what I'm wandering for.
And father you didn't tell me
How they'd try and sell me
All of these dreams
Made of paper, made of stone
I built my dreams on water
Forgot how to be the daughter
You had always been so proud to call your own.
Oh but when I'm old
Where will I go?
And when I'm free
What will I be?
When you're young
And when you're poor
The only thing you want is more
So I found myself a place
That stayed open late
Found myself a man who would stand as I swayed
Swayed left and right
Swayed into the night
Swayed until I lost my shine, until I lost my light
He cleaned me up and took me home
He kissed me top and toe
I swayed some more, he stayed some more
And then I just don't know
Tell me what lies behind
For a girl of my kind?
I've a tale of woe
The bars have closed and I've nowhere left go
Oh but when I'm old
Where will I go?
And when I'm free
What will I be?
When you're young
And when you're poor
The only thing you want is more
Oh mother make my bed
I need to lay my head
Where I have laid it a thousand times before
Don't you worry over me
Don't ask me where I've been
We are young
We are poor
The only thing we want is more.
I need to lay my head
Where I have laid it a thousand times before
Why'd you let me roam?
So far away from home
I have wandered so long
Don't know what I'm wandering for.
And father you didn't tell me
How they'd try and sell me
All of these dreams
Made of paper, made of stone
I built my dreams on water
Forgot how to be the daughter
You had always been so proud to call your own.
Oh but when I'm old
Where will I go?
And when I'm free
What will I be?
When you're young
And when you're poor
The only thing you want is more
So I found myself a place
That stayed open late
Found myself a man who would stand as I swayed
Swayed left and right
Swayed into the night
Swayed until I lost my shine, until I lost my light
He cleaned me up and took me home
He kissed me top and toe
I swayed some more, he stayed some more
And then I just don't know
Tell me what lies behind
For a girl of my kind?
I've a tale of woe
The bars have closed and I've nowhere left go
Oh but when I'm old
Where will I go?
And when I'm free
What will I be?
When you're young
And when you're poor
The only thing you want is more
Oh mother make my bed
I need to lay my head
Where I have laid it a thousand times before
Don't you worry over me
Don't ask me where I've been
We are young
We are poor
The only thing we want is more.
Credits
Writer(s): Marie Louise O'connor, Jim Moray
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