Every day the sun comes up
Like the day before
Every day I fill my cup
Stand upstraightand walk throughthe door

Every day my mother's voice
Talksto me
Every day I make my choice
What to do and how to be

And every day I build my life
On her sacrifice
And every day I face my strife
But I know where to go for advice

Ooh, many roads I could have gone down
Many, many ways to disappear
And every day I hear the sound
Of her voice right by my ear
So clear, so clear

She taught me to be strong
I guess I got lucky
Now I've got a dance and I've got a song
They can't take that way away from me

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Writer(s): PAUL KELLY