Standing in my mother´s dress I feel her sweet caress
blowing through me like a storm from the east
whisper to me all your dreams
I´ll keep them safe here in the seams
somehow you have thought them out of reach

holding onto apron strings
it´s funny what nostalgia brings
I remember wanting to be just like you
though lines across your face appear
they represent you´re worried
don´t pick me up for I must learn to fall

but mother, mother do I make you proud
mother, mother, mother do I make you proud of me

all the strength that you possess
I feel it here inside this dress
I am myself because of who you are
I wonder where your spirit lies
but I see it clearly in your eyes
I am alive inside because of you

but mother, mother do I make you proud
mother, mother, mother do I make you proud of me

but mother, mother, mother do I make you proud
mother, mother, mother do I make you proud of me

oh I hope
mother, mother, mother I hope I make you proud of me
proud of me