Texty: Percy Shaw. Of Inconsolable Mothers.

I saw you three times today
I saw two birds
trapped in a white dome
a miserable road corroborates
Is it any wonder that I sing from a white porch?
Our careless mother - she'll never listen to us
but we will always love her

From a dirty sofa she curses the guilty
not seven times, but seventy seven times


(Thanks to Lionel for these lyrics)