I cleaned some milk up off the floor,
and was sittin' in a kitchen chair
I had an independent daughter,
like her mother beforehand
When I reached out to trace her little face,
when I saw my mother's hand.
And I have my mother's hand,
and I have my mother's voice,
and I have my mother's eyes,
so I have a daughter's choice.
I thought I'd carve my own life
in unknown uncharted lands
I never thought I'd look down
and see my mother's hands
looking straight into my eyes
My eyes, the eyes of a young girl
Cryin' so hard to disguise
What I knew she would say to me
As she gently stroked my head
You say more than the other
You're just like your mother
That she saw my mother there
And I had my mother's hands
And I had my mother's voice
And I had my mother's eyes,
so I had a daughter's choice
I thought I'd carve my own life
in a northern shoredom land
I never thought I'd look out
I wanted to be my own self,
I'd stomping, bucking, whinny,
like a young colt in a stall
And my bed was a handful,
though I didn't understand
I was always in the best care,
when in my mother's hands
The other night I lay dreaming,
that my mother held my face
She kissed me on the forehead,
and then she took her place
Among the mothers and the daughters,
in the ever -changing sense
One by one, time had come,
That they all had their mother's hand
And I have my mother's hand,
and I have my mother's voice
And I have my mother's eyes,
though I have a daughter's choice
I thought I'd carve my own life
in unknown uncharted land
and I have my mother's voice
And I have my mother's eyes,
so I have a daughter's choice
And I have my mother's hands,
and I have my mother's voice
And I have my mother's eyes,
so I have a daughter's choice
I have her hands, I have her voice
I have a daughter's choice
I have a daughter's choice
I have my monsters, I have my monsters
And I have my mother's eyes,
do I have a daughter's choice?
And I have my mother's hands,
and I have my mother's voice
And I have my mother's eyes,
