Текст песни Norma Jean - There Won`t Be Any Patches In Heaven
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A mem`ry often comes to visit as I lay in my bed late at nightOf mama along in the kitchen mending clothes by a little all nightShe sewed till her fingers were slowling till she couldn`t keep sleep from her eyesThen daddy would go in to wake her he`d kiss her and I`d hear him sighedThere won`t be any patches in heaven you`ll look so pretty with a halo in your hairAnd if angels are judged by the deeds they have doneMom you`ll be the best dressed angel there[ steel ]I was the oldest of seven so I was the first to leave homeAnd my dreams were just by for my mama all the pretties that she`d never knownBut the first pretty dress that I gave her she smiled and then bowed her headShe said honey you the kids need this things more than I doAnd the tears filled my eyes as I saidThere won`t be any patches in heaven...