I walk with you, Mama,
the path along the river
we feed the swans, we say hello
to people that we meet
I talk with you, Mama,
and I listen and I hear you say:
"I’m sorry that I left you on your own this way"
I walk with you, Mama,
the park in autumn colours
the sadness in the air is what can
make the maples shed their leaves
I talk with you, Mama,
and I listen and I hear you say:
"I’m sorry that I left you on your own this way"
Yes, you should have stayed a bit longer
giving me some more of your time
couldn’t even wait to say goodbye,
how could you be in such a frightful hurry
leaving me with so many questions
having so much more love to give
in a way I come to terms, I know now,
although it seems everywhere that I go now
I walk with you, Mama,
a road that knows our journey
retracing every footstep
every Sunday in the park
I talk with you, Mama,
and I listen and I hear you say:
"I’m sorry that I left you on your own this way"
