Texty:
Ronan Keating Songs For My Mother

boatman To ferry me over to my love and die. My childhood days bring back sad reflections Of happy days so long ago. My boyhood friends and my own relations

: Going back to a tender age, So full of confusion and rage, Daddy says, "Boys, your Mama's gone." There's a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing

can't build our dreams On suspicious minds Oh let our love survive Or dry the tears from your eyes Let's don't let a good thing die When honey, you know I've never lied

A warm embrace To make you feel my love When the evening shadows And the stars appear And there is no one there To dry your tears I could hold you For

to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now For they

handy boatman To ferry me over to my love and die. My childhood days bring back sad reflections Of happy days so long ago. My boyhood friends and my

Going back to a tender age, So full of confusion and rage, Daddy says, "Boys, your Mama's gone." There's a hand on your shoulder as you're throwing dirt

be can't build our dreams On suspicious minds Oh let our love survive Or dry the tears from your eyes Let's don't let a good thing die When honey, you know I've never lied

to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now For they