Mama's Arms Songtext
von Ronan Keating

Going back to a tender age
So full of confusion and rage
Daddy says, "Boys, your Mama′s gone"
There's a hand on your shoulder as you′re throwing dirt
Someone says, "Time heals the hurt
But little man, you got to keep on keepin' on"

But all you want is Mama's arms

You ride back home in a limousine
The saddest car that you′ve ever seen
Your brother cannot look you in the eye
Lightning strikes, and thunder roars
Early winter in that heart of yours
You swear you won′t let them see you cry

'Cause all you want is Mama′s arms


The neighbors come and bring you pies
Endless words and futile sighs
You run up to your room, lock the door
There you are in your Sunday best
The way your Mama would have had you dressed
You realize it doesn't matter anymore

′Cause all you want is Mama's arms

Round and round and round it goes
The seasons change the young boy grows
To understand it′s all part of some plan
You used to wonder what it's all about
Now those are questions you can do without
You laugh them off and do the best you can

All you want is Mama's arms
All you want is Mama′s arms