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My mother sang the sweetest melody
although she never sang in a musical key.
I would hear her through the house.
My name called out loud.
My mother sang the sweetest melody.
My mother's hands were always cool and soft.
And like her eyes, they would caress with every touch.
She would listen to my chatter
as if every word I spoke mattered.
She'd hold me close and whisper in my ear.
She'd say, "girl, you are a part of me
and I have made you strong.
when you grow up and are on your own
remem- ber to win them with your song."
My father sang in perfect harmony.
And though he never sang in a musical key
You could hear him when he'd enter the house
the kiss he'd give my Ma.
My father sang in perfect harmony.
My father's words were always sure and clear
and like his presence they would rid me of my fears.
And when I crawled up on his knees
I was safe as I could be.
He'd hold me tight and whisper in my ear.
He'd say, "girl, you are a part of me
and I have made you strong
when you grow up and are on your own
remem- ber to win them with your song."
My mother sang the sweetest melody,
although she never sang in a musical key.