My Mother’s Hand

Album cover art for "My Mother’s Hand" by Jill Barber

Jill Barber - Pop, Americana

My Mother’s Hand

2 Plays

Duration: 3:41

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Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'd know that writing anywhere, I've seen it all my life You'd never miss the chance to send a card For a birthday or a birth, or an anniversary It's your way of saying that I'm with you where you are When I was just a kid, there would always be A little note tucked in my lunch just for me A message just to say that you're with me through the day Your way of saying that I'm really not so far [Chorus] From your notebook on the counter to collected recipes That you copied from the pages of ladies' magazines There's a certain rеcognition any child can understand There's comfort in what's writtеn in my mother's hand [Verse 2] And today, it is your birthday, it popped up on my screen And I'm sorry, I forgot to send a card I've been so busy with the kids and working in between That keeping up with details has been hard So, I put the kettle on to make a cup of tea Closed my laptop and picked up my guitar And I put it in a song that I can sing for you It's my way of saying that I'm with you where you are [Bridge] And I know you look at grandma's old letters 'Cause it brings you back to her [Chorus] From your notebook on the counter to collected recipes That you copied from the pages of ladies' magazines There's a certain recognition any child can understand There's comfort in what's written in my mother's hand There's comfort in what's written in my mother's hand

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Credits

Writers
  • Jill Barber
  • Maia Davies