Can you feel his arms around you?
Do you see his love surround you?
When you close your eyes and see him smiling in the sun
Do you shed a tear for your precious son?
When you hear his voice, does it hurt you?
Will all sense of time desert you?
When your head is clear, do you see his face on a magazine
From another time, pictures never seen?
Oh Mary, I know I've never met you
Can't imagine the hell that you've been through
From a woman with a child of her own who just wants to thank you
Wouldn't be standing here at all if it wasn't for you
And the things that you do
So thank you, thank you Mary
If I was in your shoes
I'd selfishly hold him close to me
Thank god it's down to you
You recognise how we cherish him
In unfinished Sketches bury me
And his Morning Theft will carry me, oh Mary