A waterfall is streaming,
A mother loves her son,
It all seems so predictable
When day is done —
And though the waterfall may dry,
By purpose or by chance,
The mother will still love that son
Whate’er the
Happenstance
Other People's Feelings
A waterfall is streaming,
A mother loves her son,
It all seems so predictable
When day is done —
And though the waterfall may dry,
By purpose or by chance,
The mother will still love that son
Whate’er the
Happenstance