Momma loved us, every one.
Every daughter, every son.
She gave herself so happily,
That´s just the way she was, you see.

From dawn to dark she´d find a chore.
And work it ´til it was no more.
And every day until she died,
In the evening, Momma cried.

Momma cried;
There was mourning in the evening.
And Momma cried;
´Cos her little girl was gone.

Her little girl was snatched away.
She was there and then just gone one day.
And Momma blamed herself, I´d say,
But all of us had debts to pay.

Momma cried;
There was mourning in the evening.
And Momma cried;
´Cos her little girl was gone.

I did my best to cheer her pride.
That day that something broke inside.
I swore I´d find her and I tried.
In the evening, Momma cried.

Momma cried;
There was mourning in the evening.
And Momma cried;
´Cos her little girl was gone.

Momma cried;
There was mourning in the evening.
And Momma cried;
´Cos her little girl was gone.