Ida:
EVERY TIME I TURN AROUND
I EXPECT YOU TO APPEAR
EVERYONE MAY CALL MY NAME
BUT IT'S YOUR VOICE THAT I HEAR
EVERY MOMENT THAT YOU'RE
GONE
IS A MOMENT DARK AND GRAY
EVERY TEAR A MOTHER CRIES IS A DREAM THAT'S
WASHED AWAY
(Get away from me. Go on,
all of you!)
EVERY DAY WILL SEEM TO BE
MORE EMPTY THAN THE LAST
EVERYWHERE THE SUN ONCE SHONE
A SHADOW HAS BEEN CAST
EVERY MOMENT THAT YOU'RE GONE
IS A MOMENT DARK AND GRAY,
EVERY TEAR A MOTHER CRIES IS A DREAM THAT'S
WASHED AWAY.
Drake:
(But Ida, you can’t just
leave me with the other four!)
Ida:
(You’ll manage, Drake. My
mind is made up.)
Drake:
(But you’re wasting your
time, love, you know you are. Apart from which, it’s dangerous to go wandering
off beyond the Churchyard at this time of year.)
Ida:
(I won’t be satisfied until
I find the truth. Try to understand, dear. A mother knows.)
Drake:
(Well, here, you’d better
take the cell phone.)
Ida:
EVERY MOMENT SEEMS AN HOUR,
EVERY HOUR LASTS A DAY,
EVERY TEAR A MOTHER CRIES IS A DREAM THAT'S
WASHED AWAY.
EVERY TEAR A MOTHER CRIES IS
A DREAM THAT'S WASHED AWAY.
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