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MOMMA

Should I hang on the highest hill, My momma would be there. I know her love would follow me, My Angel of despair. ,

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Tom Zart

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09 October 2007

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Tom Zart

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MOMMA

MOMMA

Oh, I love my momma,
She’s the reason I’m alive.
Her total love for me
Has made her struggle and strive.

Jesus had a momma
Who bore him in a cave.
She couldn’t help but love him
From his birth to the grave.

Should I hang on the highest hill,
My momma would be there.
I know her love would follow me,
My Angel of despair.

Her hair is now all silver,
As I hold her fingers, worn.
Oh, God, bless this wrinkled brow,
From whose body I was born.

By Tom Zart

-Tom Zart -

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