Father, tell me how was mother?
For I was only three
When she past away.
Parfume, roses, apple pie
Make me sad, I don't know why.
Maybe it's when they're around
I feel she'd never died, never died.
Oh father, tell me was she pretty?
In all my children's dreams
She looked like a queen.
Father, tell me, was she happy
When she was still arround
Here with you and me?
Nursery, rhythms and baby cry
Make her sad, I don't know why.
Maybe she knew long ago
That she had to leave, had to leave.
Oh father, I can see here her
Right before me
And it's like yesterday
That she went away.
And it's like yesterday
That she went away.
Oh father, tell me.
And it's like yesterday
That she went away.
Oh father, tell me.
And it's like yesterday
That she went away.
Writer(s): Rolf Zuckowski, Peter Reber, Marcel Dietrich
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