While sitting in front of the fireplace one cold winter day
While looking through some pictures of dear ones far away
I found an old-fashioned tin tie of one with hair of gold
Then it brought back memories of mother long ago
The pictures of my mother just bring tears to me
Cause there is no other, she means the world to me
When I go home to see her there′s always smiles and joy
I don't want to roam around, I want to be mother′s boy
Oh, dee ho dee dee
Oh, dee ho dee dee dee, hey, dee dee dee
The pictures of my mother just bring tears to me
Cause there is no other, she means the world to me
When I go home to see her there's always smiles and joy
I don't want to roam around, I want to be mother′s boy
Ah, dee ho dee dee
Oh, dee ho dee dee dee, hey, dee dee dee
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