I cleaned some milk up off the floor,
and was sitting 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
Though 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
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're 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
Do I have a daughter's choice?
I thought I carved my own life
in a northern charming land
I never thought I'd look out
I wanted to be my own self,
I'd stomp and buck and whinny
like a young colt in a stall
And I bet it was a handful,
though I didn't understand
I was al ways 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, the time had come
That they all had their mothers' hands
And I have my mother's hands
And I have my mother's voice
And I have my mother's eyes
Do I have a daughter's choice?
I thought I carved my own life
In unknown uncharted land
And I have my mother's voice
And I have my mother's eyes
Do I have a daughter's choice?
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 joy
I have her hand, I have her voice, I have my
I have a daughter's choice
Oh, I have a daughter's choice
And I have my mother's hand
And I have my mother's voice
And I have my mother's eyes
Do I have a daughter's choice?
And I have my mother's hand
And I have my mother's voice
And I have my mother's eyes
Do I have a daughter's voice?
