I am lying here
Daughter dear
I have something that I wish to whisper
In your small round ear

What is it you wish to say
Oh mama, my dear
The prayer in the rain
It beats a sad familiar refrain

Mama, I don’t like when you’re not here
Mama, I don’t like when you’re not here

For the worms crawl out
And the worms they crawl in
And they rub up and down against my skin

The snowdrop grows up out of my head
There is nothing to be said
The flower leans in to view her newly pressed
White fragile dress

Yes, I remember that day
When you made me the dress
And I wouldn’t stay still and I caused you
Quite an amount of distress

Mama, I don’t like when you’re not here
Mama, I don’t like when you’re not here

For the worms crawl out
And the worms they crawl in
And they rub up and down against my skin

What is it you wish to say
When you came to visit today
What is it you wish to whisper
In my small round ear
Mama my dear