Were daughters and mothers Not so long ago. We give and take And take and give Along time's endless row. Love is passed And love received To be passed on again: A precious heirloom Twice, twice blessed, A spiritual cardigan.
I'll put it on And treasure it, The me I have received, And when the roles Reverse again, I'll have what I most need.
So may our love Go on and on, A hundred thousand years; Mothers and daughters, Daughters and mothers, Through joys and other tears.
