Aboriginal Ancestry Australia

When the spring rains fall
And the bush pedals unfold
As the morning Twilight turns to gold
I will remember her smile and the twinkle in her eyes
Which glimmered with the blueness of the summer skies
Remember her touch and the strength in her hand
As I see her gardening in her home in the wattle stand
But most of all the memories I’ll save
Are those of the countless times my mother loved and gave
Because my mother before anything else she always put others before herself
She was a child of the goddess a woman Devine
From whom the light of love did shine
She was a shining example of how we all could live
With so much love and tenderness to give
So as the day turns gently to night-time
I will always remember that beautiful vision
Of my Mother
Woman of the Dreamtime.