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Water From the Wells of Home
01. Ballad of a Teenage Queen
02. As Long as I Live
03. Where Did We Go Right
04. The Last of the Drifters
05. Call Me the Breeze
06. That Old Wheel
07. Sweeter Than the Flowers
08. A Croft in Clachan (The Ballad of Rob MacDunn)
09. New Moon Over Jamaica
10. Water From the Wells of Home
Just as far as I can remember
She'll remain the rose of my heart
Mom took sick along in December
February brought us broken hearts

The reason we've not called a family reunion
We knew that she wouldn't be there
Now we've thought it all over, Mama
We know that your spirit is there

No, no, I can't forget the hours
You're the dearest one Mom and sweeter than the flowers
No, no, there's no need to bother
To speak of you now would only hurt Father
No, no, Mom, we'll never forget you
And someday we'll meet you up there

They all gathered 'round, I stared at their faces
All heads were bowed mighty low
But that was one time, Mama, we all had to face it
If it is so bad, you know

No, no, I can't forget the hours
You're the dearest one Mom and sweeter than the flowers
No, no, there's no need to bother
To speak of you now would only hurt Father

No, no, Mama, we'll never forget you
And someday we'll meet you up there