Mama is such a treasure, Mama, that is the way you are. The apple of my eye. The reason I don't cry.
A precious golden star Without a single mar You brighten my dark nights You eliminate all my frights
The shoulder I knew would be there for me to weep on The Angel that will never be gone Even when I don't win the gold You would patiently listen as my story is told
I remember when I fell during a race If it hadn't been your grace I would have fallen again But you ended my pain
Forget about the rest Just do your best You said every day This stopped me from going astray