When Mama Sings To Me

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© pkliesch
When Mama Sings

Ghosts are squirmin'
in dark corners of the room
unknown faces
looking brightly grinning into your little crib

sometimes it's cold,
sometimes to hot,
sometimes so comfortable, warm and fuzzy feeling,
sometimes not

but when mama sings,
the world stops turnin'
ghosts stop squirmin'
wind stops burnin'
and long awated blissful sleep,
falls upon you,
when mama sings

when mama sings,
the world stops turnin'
ghosts stop squirmin'
wind stops burnin'
and long awated blissful sleep,
falls upon you,
when mama siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiings

(solo)

my friendly package
have a
sheltered life
a world of peace
yes a world of peace
just smile
cause love is all around
when mama sings

(c) 2016 by pkliesch