Mama's lying on the rotten ground   There under the tree   There were the stars in her eyes   And Goldfingers in her hair      And I climbed over the garden wall   Found her swelling in the well   Pulled her out onto the grass   And laid Curlies to her face   To her face, to her face, to her face, to her face      My mama's going to be gone soon   Saw her fall like a fountain of dust   She used to play me around the corner   She chased me to my soft, soft bed   Soft, soft bed, soft, soft bed, soft, soft bed, soft, soft bed