Dear Mother, said a poor blind boy That little bird sings very long And do you see him in his joy And is he pretty as his song?
The mother looked and replied I see that bird on yonder tree The poor boy smiled and softly said Mother I wish that I could see.
Yet, I the fragrant flowers can smell And I can feel the green leaves shade And I can hear the notes that swell From those dear birds that God has made.
So mother God to me is kind Though sightless he has not given But tell me is there any blind Among the children up in heaven.
Blind, oh no, my friend I am not blind My eyes may be closed but I don't mind For I see things far beyond your sight 'Cause God gave me a sense to guide me alright.
You don't understand How happy I can be Friend life's not made up alone Of what our eyes can see.
Why you can see mountains And rivers and trees And you can find beauty in the flowers And the birds and the bees.
Why I find a beauty That you'll never know The kind that comes from way inside The kind that comforts so.
I've learned to think of everything As beautiful and bright 'Cause God gave me that inner sense To take the place of light.
Oh nom my darlin', they all see But why ask me, but why ask me you think so odd Why mother, God's so good to me I thought I'd like to look at God.
Will be so nice when I can see But mother when you get up there Please tell me, mother, that it's you Because I've never saw you here,
He said no more but fondly smiled Until the finale blow was given And God took up that poor blind boy And opened first his eyes in heaven...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
