Standing in my mother's dress I feel her sweet caress

blowing through me like a storm from the east

whisper to me all your dreams

I'll keep them safe here in the seams

somehow you have thought them out of reach


holding onto apron strings

it's funny what nostalgia brings

I remember wanting to be just like you

though lines across your face appear

they represent you're worried

don't pick me up for I must learn to fall


but mother, mother do I make you proud

mother, mother, mother do I make you proud of me


all the strength that you possess

I feel it here inside this dress

I am myself because of who you are

I wonder where your spirit lies

but I see it clearly in your eyes

I am alive inside because of you


but mother, mother do I make you proud

mother, mother, mother do I make you proud of me


but mother, mother, mother do I make you proud

mother, mother, mother do I make you proud of me


oh I hope

mother, mother, mother I hope I make you proud of me

proud of me