| You keep stopping when you could be walking |
| Looking at the pictures on the wall |
| You keep quiet when you should be talking |
| You just don’t make any sense at all |
| Remember when you were much younger |
| And you were lying in your bed |
| Among the satin sheets and pillows |
| Your mother there to ease your head |
| Mama, Mama, I keep having nightmares |
| Mama, Mama, Mama, am I ill? |
| Mama, Mama, Mama, hold me tightly |
| Mama, Mama, do you love me still? |
| But now it’s different, you are older |
| There’s no one here to hold you hand |
| Your Mama’s gone beyond the veil, Joan |
| There’s no one left who understands |
| Mama, Mama, I keep having nightmares |
| Mama, Mama, Mama, am I ill? |
| Mama, Mama, Mama, hold me, hold me tighter |
| Mama, Mama, do you love me still? |
| Do you love me? |
| Do you love me? |
| So you’re left standing in the corner |
| You keep your face turned to the wall |
| A fading dream, a fading memory |
| A shooting star that had to fall |
| Mama, Mama, I keep having nightmares |
| Mama, Mama, Mama, am I ill? |
| Mama, Mama, Mama, hold me, hold me tighter |
| Mama, Mama, do you love me still? (Do you love me?) |
| Mama, Mama, do you love me still? (Do you love me?) |
| Mama, Mama, do you love me still? (Do you love me?) |
| Mama? |