When I woke this morning, lillies were all in bloom.
That reminds me of my mother singing her favorite tune.
Seems like I could see her standing there,
Like the lillies bright and fair.
Mother is like a garden fresh with the morning due,
Always there to help you in all you try to do.
Always there to encourage you and give a helpful cue.
Yes, mother s like a garden fresh with the morning due.
Mother is like a mighty ship that sails the stormy sea.
She works so very hard to reach her destiny.
She'll toil with her children no matter how bad they may be
Yes, mother is like the mighty ship, that sails the stormy sea.
I could go on forever, but this is about the end,
Surely when God made mother
He made no better friend
So honor, praise, and keep her
That she might always be
Like the lilly of the garden
And the ship that sails the sea.
