I GOT MY MOTHER’S EYES AND MY FATHER’S HAIR
DOES ANYBODY REALLY CARE ? IT’S GETTING COLD OUT HERE
WELL I KEEP WALKING WITH MY HEAD HELD HIGH
WITH MY HEAD TO THE SKY WITH MY MOTHER’S EYES …AND MY MOTHERS EYES ARE WITH ME
IN THE DARKNESS THAT’S BEEN PAID FOR
I HOLD A NAMELESS STRANGER DON’T KNOW WHYHAVE I BEEN ALL THAT I COULD
HAVE I SEEN MORE THAN I SHOULD
WITH MY MOTHER’S EYESAND MY MOTHER’S EYES ARE WITH ME
IN THE CHILLY WINDS OF AUTUMN
IF I AIN’T HERE BY WINTER, SHE’LL KNOW WHYI’VE SEEN ALL THAT I DARE
I’VE SEEN MORE THAN MY SHARE
FORGIVE ME IF I STARE WITH MY MOTHER’S EYES.IN LOVING MEMORY
TOM JANS
February 9, 1949Â – March 25, 1984 BETTE MIDLER