Everyone, when she was young,

They said she was the pretty one

She's lovely now, just watch her as she goes

Waiting for the birds to come

She holds the hands of someone young

Whose mother comes and she sees her and she smiles

Thank you Louise

Thank you Louise

Mother of three

Waiting in the check-out line

The supermarket, Christmas time

She eyes someone who doesn't have the change

Takes a dollar from her purse

She pays and doesn't say a word

She winks and grins and ‘Merry Christmas, friend!'

Thank you Louise

Thank you Louise

Mother of three

In Baltimore, the freezing cold,

That chills her darling to the bone

She leaves her work and quits her job

Her brother lay upon the bed

With broken teeth and busted head

He hears the phone and he knows his brother's dead

Thank you Louise

Thank you Louise

Mother of two.