Ida: EVERY TIME I TURN AROUND I EXPECT YOU TO APPEAR EVERYONE MAY CALL MY NAME BUT IT'S YOUR VOICE THAT I HEAR EVERY MOMENT THAT YOU'RE GONE IS A MOMENT DARK AND GRAY EVERY TEAR A MOTHER CRIES IS A DREAM THAT'S WASHED AWAY (Get away from me. Go on, all of you!) EVERY DAY WILL SEEM TO BE MORE EMPTY THAN THE LAST EVERYWHERE THE SUN ONCE SHONE A SHADOW HAS BEEN CAST EVERY MOMENT THAT YOU'RE GONE IS A MOMENT DARK AND GRAY, EVERY TEAR A MOTHER CRIES IS A DREAM THAT'S WASHED AWAY. Drake: (But Ida, you can’t just leave me with the other four!) Ida: (You’ll manage, Drake. My mind is made up.) Drake: (But you’re wasting your time, love, you know you are. Apart from which, it’s dangerous to go wandering off beyond the Churchyard at this time of year.) Ida: (I won’t be satisfied until I find the truth. Try to understand, dear. A mother knows.) Drake: (Well, here, you’d better take the cell phone.) Ida: EVERY MOMENT SEEMS AN HOUR, EVERY HOUR LASTS A DAY, EVERY TEAR A MOTHER CRIES IS A DREAM THAT'S WASHED AWAY. EVERY TEAR A MOTHER CRIES IS A DREAM THAT'S WASHED AWAY.
Very moving . Love this song
Ida:
EVERY TIME I TURN AROUND
I EXPECT YOU TO APPEAR
EVERYONE MAY CALL MY NAME
BUT IT'S YOUR VOICE THAT I HEAR
EVERY MOMENT THAT YOU'RE GONE
IS A MOMENT DARK AND GRAY
EVERY TEAR A MOTHER CRIES IS A DREAM THAT'S WASHED AWAY
(Get away from me. Go on, all of you!)
EVERY DAY WILL SEEM TO BE
MORE EMPTY THAN THE LAST
EVERYWHERE THE SUN ONCE SHONE
A SHADOW HAS BEEN CAST
EVERY MOMENT THAT YOU'RE GONE
IS A MOMENT DARK AND GRAY,
EVERY TEAR A MOTHER CRIES IS A DREAM THAT'S WASHED AWAY.
Drake:
(But Ida, you can’t just leave me with the other four!)
Ida:
(You’ll manage, Drake. My mind is made up.)
Drake:
(But you’re wasting your time, love, you know you are. Apart from which, it’s dangerous to go wandering off beyond the Churchyard at this time of year.)
Ida:
(I won’t be satisfied until I find the truth. Try to understand, dear. A mother knows.)
Drake:
(Well, here, you’d better take the cell phone.)
Ida:
EVERY MOMENT SEEMS AN HOUR,
EVERY HOUR LASTS A DAY,
EVERY TEAR A MOTHER CRIES IS A DREAM THAT'S WASHED AWAY.
EVERY TEAR A MOTHER CRIES IS A DREAM THAT'S WASHED AWAY.