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If I were allowed to go back in time

To relive my happiest days

Where would I start?

What would I choose?

So much is worthy of praise

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I might choose the time when you sewed me a coat

And into each seam you put love

Beneath weary fingers a mantle emerged

From a seemingly plain piece of cloth

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But then there's the time you first braided my hair

And lovingly tied it with bows

The ribbons you bought me just had to be right

Did I kiss you and thank you?

I forgot I suppose

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All the wonderful times we spent by the sea

How you sweated and saved for those trips

But did I understand just how weary you were

When a harsh word escaped from your lips?

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What would I say was my happiest Christmas

When you bought my first doll for me

Or the time that we sang by the fire for hours

Or the time we put up our first tree?

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You chided, you guided, you laughed and you cried

So I'm hoping that I'll find a way

To show you how much you are loved and adored

Today, and on each Mother's Day

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So if I were allowed to go back in time

To relive my happiest days

Where would I start?

What would I choose?

Each day was deserving of praise

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I think it's time I told you just how much you mean to me

Daddy, you're a giant of a man

Integrity just oozes

You never break your word

You follow through with everything you plan

When I was just a little girl

I used to say a prayer

Asking God to change me to a boy

So.'s I could swim the channel

Or score the winning goal

To see your face light up with pride and joy

I never realized back then

That you were always proud

As proud as you could be of any son

In your eyes I was perfect

For love is often blind

You thought that every race I ran I won

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I must have disappointed you

Though you say I've made you proud

Well, if time allows I'll make you prouder still

For daddy your my hero

And I'm your little girl

No man has ever quite compared

And no man ever will

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I'll bet they're shopping franticly

To find that special gift for me

How I wish that I could be

At home now with my family

Laughing over things we've done

Each Christmas was the special one

So much love and so much fun

How I miss my family

Although my exile was by choice

On Christmas morn I would rejoice

If I could hear my mother's voice

Calling to her family

But next year if it's meant to be

When I trim the Christmas tree

I'll look around and I will see

All my loving family

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You were my playmates

My defenders

My adversaries

My teachers

My students

My friends

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You were my bed mates

My conscience

My mirror

My hopes

My dreams

My fears

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You were my judges

My jury

My jailers

My pardon

My freedom

My strength

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You are my sisters