Motheris Chair

There's an old armchair
And it means the world to me
For I used to sit there, upon my mother's knee

And she'd read to me the stories
That children love to hear
Now there's no-one to sit in mother's chair

I still recall the many times
The words she'd say to me
Fight for all your dreams, turn them to reality

And as I sat by her in wonder
Her eyes held so much pride
I knew against all others
I had mother on my side

Mother's chair is old and dusty and the color's fading fast
But to me, it holds a memory of happy days long past
Like the way she'd smile and hold my hand
And brush away the tears
Now there's no-one to sit in mother's chair

Now the old chair is still standing
Where she left it on that day
When God came to visit and carry her away
And every time I see it, it looks so cold and bare
Now there's no-one to sit in mother's chair

Mother's chair is old and dusty and the color's fading fast
But to me, it holds a memory of happy days long past
Like the way she'd smile and hold my hand
And brush away the tears
Now there's no-one to sit in mother's chair

There's an old armchair
It means the world to me
For I used to sit there, upon my mother's knee
And she'd read to me the stories
That children love to hear
Now there's no-one to sit in mother's chair

No, there's no-one to sit in mother's chair