written by Fran Healy

Mother are you mad at me
Mother are you scared
That someday you will turn around
And look to find
Your blue eyed boy's not there?

But mother don't you worry
Mother don't you fret
'cos we've been through
So much pain and joy and suffering
For me to forget
The times we had together
The times that were so full
But time's gone by before my eyes
And I realize
Time was often [bad word] 
So mother don't you worry
Mother don't you cry
'cos [bad word] a day
When I will take the reins
From your fair hands and wave bye bye
Bye bye