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ABOUT THIS SONG Let's just say that my relationship with my Mother was a turbulent one. Sure, there were many beautiful things. But, there were also some consistent struggles we had to move through. She was approaching her 68th birthday in 1996, and I wanted to create a song for her. I had only written two others in the 10 years that I was actively writing. She had recently taken to calling me "precious." Every time I heard it, I shuddered and felt some deep release in my belly. I knew there was some stuff there. Honestly, I never felt treated as if I were precious...so, it just pissed me off. I was also doing some inner work and one day after a particular revealing and releasing session, I had an opening. I realized that this precious thing was important to her, perhaps a way for her to atone for some of the things that had happened. She liked saying it, and I got it. SO, I simply decided to be open to it. In a flash, I realized that it actually was a word that I had really wanted to hear for most of my life. So, there it was...and so I wrote this song about Mama's Love, and made sure to include "precious." I did play it for her in church one Sunday morning a few years later. It was lovely to see her moved to tears...precious, indeed. |
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SONG LYRICS: MAMA'S LOVE I'm a man in his 40's like, to think I'm independent Get along fine on my own A self-employed entrepreneurial success Always got a place to go But sometimes the little boy inside, he feels so overwhelmed And the boy picks up the phone Mama's love, mama's love, come wrap your arms around me Mama's love, I'm feeling alone Call me precious, call me baby Tell me that I'm really something Tell me "Baby, you can always move home" In a world of constant changes, this one thing is sure Mama and her love will be home Me and mama had our struggles, we had our miscommunications I thought she was into control I got angry, pointed fingers, I walked away defiantly I didn't need her no more But each time the little boy inside he halted the man And the boy picked up the phone CHORUS Long long ago, the Lord he made the sweet sweet love Wondered where's that love gonna grow I need fertile ground to nurture it Tenderness and soft caresses, Warm hearts and unselfish souls So to the Mothers it was given To this day right there it's livin' A Mother's Love is God's pure gold (Vocal scat) Look around everybody take a look at one another We've all got a story to tell 'Bout that woman who gave us Life and all its miracles The one we each drove through hell When the world is making faces When you're knocked right off your throne Let your little one pick up the phone for CHORUS ...Mama's love mama's love come wrap your arms around me Mama's love take me home © C. AUGUST 31, 1996. Music for Every Soul. All Rights Reserved. |
04 Mama's Love
