The Mother
Lyrics for a song I'm working on about a young mother trying to care for her infant, set against the backdrop of the 1940 Liverpool Blitz.
THE MOTHER
She gently rocks her son to sleep
Forlorn, sad-eyed and pale
Dreading the distant rumble
And the siren’s haunting wail
All alone in this house
Seeking comfort in all the pain
But a child it needs its mother
So, strong she must remain
Death casts its cruel shadow
On those streets where she grew up
Childhood howls of laughter
Silenced now in clouds of dust
Not a sound in this house
But the whimper of her boy
She holds him close to her heart
With a love they’ll not destroy
The morning light reveals the toll
Familiar streets now turned to waste
Her heart sinks in stunned despair
As she stumbles off in haste
Back once more in this house
She fears what night-time brings
Cradling him in a mother’s arms
To soothe his tears, she sings