Were daughters and mothers Not so long ago We give and take And take and give Along times endless row Love is passed
And love received To be passed on again: A precious heirloom Twice, twice blessed A spiritual cardigan Ill put it on And treasure it. The me I have received And when the roles Reverse again
Ill have what I most need. So may our love go on and on A hundred thousand years; Mothers and daughters Daughters and Mothers Through joys and other tears
