Dedicated to every Mum out there who works her fingers to the bone for us all. Hebron.
Epitaph of an overworked mother.Here lies a poor woman who always was tired
For she lived in a house where too much was required.
Her last words on earth were dear friends I am going
To where there's no washing or mending or sewing.
I'm going where loud anthems forever are ringing
But as I've no voice I'll keep clear of the singing.
Don't weep for me now, don't weep for me never
I'm going to do nothing forever & ever.
Epitaph of an overworked mother.Here lies a poor woman who always was tired
For she lived in a house where too much was required.
Her last words on earth were dear friends I am going
To where there's no washing or mending or sewing.
I'm going where loud anthems forever are ringing
But as I've no voice I'll keep clear of the singing.
Don't weep for me now, don't weep for me never
I'm going to do nothing forever & ever.
