Take good care of your mother
When you're making up your
mind
Should one thing or another
take you from behind
Though the world may make
you hard and wild
And determine how your life
is styled
When you've come to feel that
you're the only child
Take good care of your brother
Let the disappointments pass
Let the laughter fill your
glass
Let your illusions last until
they shatter
Whatever you might hope to
find
Among the thoughts that crowd
your mind
There won't be many that ever
really matter
But take good care of your
mother
And remember to be kind
When the pain of another will
serve you to remind
That there are those who feel
themselves exiled
On whom the fortune never
smiled
And upon whose life the heartache
has been piled
They're just looking for another
Lonely child
And when you've found another
soul
Who sees into your own
Take good care of each other
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