Hey-up! It tuk uz a minnit burra gorrit copied oot! One of the '70's 'shuddabeen massive' talents - Jaki Whitren's "Give Her The Day"

GIVE HER THE DAY

Well it happened just after I was born.
My father passed away
And left my darling mother alone
to bring us up the very best way
And every night before we slept
she'd sing us a beautiful song
And when she thought we were sleeping she'd say
"Lord! Please don't treat them wrong"

Oh Lord! Give 'em the day when they can wake up
and feel the sun shining on them
Oh Lord! Give 'em the day and feel the breeze
blowing their bad dreams away

Well, the years went by and we grew up.
My mother's struggles were through
And my brother, he left us for a foreign land
and I know he's very happy there too
Now my mother is leaving to join him there
in a land that she damn' well deserves
But I'll stay right here. I'll sing them this song!
I'll borrow my mother's words

Oh Lord! Give 'em the day
when they can wake up and feel the sun shining on them
Oh Lord! Give 'em the day
and feel the breeze blowing their bad dreams away

Well I know I'm gonna miss her when she's gone.
She means everything to me
And may God be with her every inch of the way
when she's sailing across the sea
And may my love be with her wherever she goes
when she reaches that foreign shore
And may her beautiful singing ring in my ears
now and forevermore

Oh Lord! Give her the day
when she can wake up and feel the sun shining on her
Oh Lord! Give her the day
and feel the breeze blowing her bad dreams away