my mama cried as she sings a song
of a mother sad and grieving
as she waits by the gate of the stead
for her son to come back home
her eyes are fixed
with unwavering stare
at the meeting point of the roads
Oh traveler, she sang
Oh traveler
Oh child of my tired womb
Oh son of my heart
When are you coming back to me?
I have cooked your meal, your favorite dish
And it is getting cold
I have washed your clothe for your outing
With your friends in the places the young men meet
I have put your room in order
And I have swept it clean
Knowing you will come home soon
The evening sun is setting fast
and farmers are coming home
As they pass she hoped and prayed
Alas her son is not with them
The market place has closed for the day
And the sellers are off for home
The worried mum she counted all
But her son she did not see
The fisher men are returning from the river
With their baskets full of fish
As they pass the meeting points of the roads
The mother looked with hope
But her son is not there too
As the sun sets behind the hill tops so did her hope
Of ever seeing her son again
My mama cried and she sang
