I can live with the sky falling out from above 
I can live with your scorn, your sourness, your smug 
I can live growing old alone if [bad word] to shove 
But I can't live without my mother's love. 
I can live flying round at an impossible pace 
I can live with the bad etiquette that's falling on this place 
I can live with anything you've got to throw in my face 
But I can't live without my mother's embrace 

My mother is seventy five 
She's the closest friend I have in my life 
Take her from me, I'll break down and bawl 
And wither away like old leaves in the fall 

You can be [bad word] all you want, talk bad on my brothers 
Shoot me full of holes and I won't by bothered 
Judge me for my ways and my slew of my ex-lovers, 
But don't ever dare say a bad word about my mother! 
When she's gone I'll miss how slowly she walks 
Playing scrabble with the chimes of the grandfather clock 
I'll even miss the times that we fought 
But mostly I'll miss being able to call her and talk. 
I can live without watching the classical fights 
I can live without a lover beside me at night 
I can live without what you might call a charmed life 
But I can't live without my mother providing her light 

My mother is seventy five 
One day she won't be here to hear me cry. 
When the [bad word] for her to let go 
I'll die off like a lemon tree in the snow. 
When the [bad word] for her to leave 
I won't have the courage to sort through her things 
With my sisters and all our memories 
I cannot bear all the pain it will bring.