This song has no title, and sort of came out all in a rush one day. I think it has to do with the difference between the way we view ourselves and the way our children see us, and probably came about because of being a daughter and a mother. It sort of has a waltzing tune that goes up and down a lot. I'd appreciate an opinion (feeling brave today) - but I didn't write it very consciously, and I do realize bits of it are a bit odd.

Mother of all of us
Raising us good
And all of us fools and all
And father went further
Than fathers should go
He ain't coming home at all
The woman in you
Had been broken in two
It was only the mother we'd seen
Till the night of the ball
At the Temperance Hall
We saw the girl you must have been.

It's a shame
Such a shame
Its a beautiful dance and you're dancing it lame
All the same
You're to blame
There have always been chances
To learn the new dances
But you always declined when they came

Mother and all
We were stood by the wall
Us kids wide-eyed at it all
The music was swirling
The dancers were whirling
The length of the Temperance Hall
And more than a few
They were looking at you
And old Mrs. Brown she was green
On the night of the ball
At the Temperance Hall
We saw the girl you must have been

It's a shame
Such a shame
Its a beautiful dance and you're dancing it lame
All the same
You're to blame
There have always been chances
To learn the new dances
But you always declined when they came


Cheers

Kris