Mother And Child – Part 1

It’s hard to see you weep
When you’re crying in the rain;
It’s hard to hear your voice
In the rattle of a train;

It’s hard to hold a candle
To the splendor in the sky,
And hard to see the light
When the sun is in my eye;

So I can’t know the pains
You knew when we were one,
Like tears in the rains,
And a candle in the sun;

You kept a pieace of me
From our separation sweet,
I’ll know it when I see
Paradise beneath your feet.