Standing in my mother's dress I feel her sweet caress blowing through me like a storm from the east whisper to me all your dreams I'll keep them safe here in the seams somehow you have thought them out of reach holding onto apron strings it's funny what nostalgia brings I remember wanting to be just like you though lines across your face appear they represent you're worried don't pick me up for I must learn to fall but mother, mother do I make you proud mother, mother, mother do I make you proud of me all the strength that you possess I feel it here inside this dress I am myself because of who you are I wonder where your spirit lies but I see it clearly in your eyes I am alive inside because of you but mother, mother do I make you proud mother, mother, mother do I make you proud of me but mother, mother, mother do I make you proud mother, mother, mother do I make you proud of me oh I hope mother, mother, mother I hope I make you proud of me proud of me