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♬ Mother's Chair ♬
Isla Grant
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There's an old armchair and it means a world to me,
for I used to sit there, upon my mother's knee.
And she read to me the stories that children love to hear,
Now there's no one to sit in mother's chair.
I still recall the many times, the words she'd say to me,
fight for all your dreams, turn them to reality.
And as I sat by her in wonder, her eyes held so much pride.
I knew, against all others, I had mother on my side.
Mother's chair is old and dusty and the color's fading fast.
But to me it holds the memory of happy days long past,
like the way she'd smile and hold my hand, brush away my tears.
Now there's no one to sit in mother's chair.
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Now the old chair is still standing where she left it on that day
when God came to visit and carry her away.
And every time I see it, it looks so cold and bare.
Now there's no one to sit in mother's chair.
Mother's chair is old and dusty and the color's fading fast.
But to me it holds the memory of happy days long past,
like the way she'd smile and hold my hand, brush away my tears.
Now there's no one to sit in mother's chair.
There's an old armchair and it means a world to me,
for I used to sit there, upon my mother's knee.
And she read to me the stories that children love to hear,
Now there's no one to sit in mother's chair.
Now there's no one to sit in mother's chair.
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