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Corries - Mothers Daughters Wives lyrics
The first time it was fathers, 
 The last time it was sons
 In between your husbands
 Marched away with drums and guns.
 But you never thought to question.
 You just went on wi' your lives.
 Cause all they taught you who to be, 
 Was mothers, daughters, wives.
 You barely just remember
 The tears your mother she'd
 As she sat and read the papers
 Through the lists and lists of dead.
 And the gold frame held a photogragh
 Your mother kissed each night.
 And the door frame held a shocked
 And silent stranger from the frae.
 And twenty-one years later, 
 You had children of your own.
 The trumpets sounded once again, 
 And the soldier boys were gone.
 But you made their guns and drove their trucks
 And you tended to their wounds.
 At night you kissed their photograph
 And prayed for safe returns.
 The first time it was fathers, 
 The last time it was sons
 In between your husbands
 Marched away with drums and guns.
 But you never thought to question.
 You just went on wi' your lives.
 Cause all they taught you who to be, 
 Was mothers, daughters, wives.
 And when it was all over
 You had to learn again
 To be just wives and mothers, 
 Tho' you'd done the work of men.
 But you worked to help the needy
 And you never trod on toes.
 And the photo on the mantlepieceCorries - Mothers Daughters Wives - http://motolyrics.com/corries/mothers-daughters-wives-lyrics.html
Struck a happy family pose.
 But your daughters grew to women
 And your little boys to men.
 And you wished that you were dreaming
 When the call up came up again.
 But you bravely smiled and held your tears
 As you proudly waved goodbye.
 But the photo on the mantel piece
 It always made you cry.
 The first time it was fathers, 
 The last time it was sons
 In between your husbands
 Marched away wi' drums and guns.
 But you never thought to question.
 You just went on wi' your lives.
 Cause all they taught you who to be, 
 Was mothers, daughters, wives.
 Now you're getting older
 And in time the photos fade.
 In widowhood you sit there
 And reflect on the parade.
 And the passing of your memories
 How your daughter change their lives.
 Seeing more to their existences
 Than mothers, daughters, wives.
 The first time it was fathers, 
 The last time it was sons
 In between your husbands
 Marched away with drums and guns.
 But you never thought to question.
 You just went on wi' your lives.
 Cause all they taught you who to be, 
 Was mothers, daughters, wives.
 Aye you never thought to question.
 You just went on with your lives.
 Cause all they taught you who to be, 
 Was mothers, daughters, wives.








