The Song My Mother Use to Sing - Dennis Brown

I remember the song my mother used to sing

Each and every morning

There’s the flowers blooming outside

And there ain’t no love inside our brothers and sisters lives

So if you can’t be good you gotta be carefull

I remeber one rainy day on March

My poor ma, she sent me out to get some starch

I was the only one (that she could depend on)

So I had to shop and cook and clean all day long

Without a father only the one thats deep within

That’s why I praise him for his might words, to teach us day by day oh

I remember the song my mother used to sing each and every morning

And there ain’t no love inside our brothers and sisters lives

Oh the song my mother used to sing