Mother, behold thy son
Son, behold thy mother
Your country
The touchstone of your memory
She patched your wounded beginning
As dawn gazed at her distended eyes
This love
This is love
This love emanated from her tented tears
This is ɾedemption, your sister
This is your heritage
Son, beware
Beware they don't hold ɾivers down your throat
Your mother and [Bm]her tears
Cannot stand [Bm]at your burial
Defending the birth of your ɾuins
Son [C7]beware, beware son, beware