Shades of weathered statues   Made with hands that carved precious marble   Through the gothic portal   She walks and asks   Where her mother's resting in peace   Where she now rests in peace      Crossing over white paths   She now cries before coming to the tomb   Now covered by all the colours of   The best flowers chosen with love   Chosen with love      Beloved Mother      TOO LATE   NOW IS TOO LATE   FOR A LOVE NEVER REMEMBERED   TO A MOTHER DEAD A STRANGER   FOR A VICTIM OF YOUR SHADOW   PAY YOUR SHAME NOW   CRY ONLY FOR YOURSELF 'CAUSE   SHE DOES NOT DESERVE YOUR TEARS      Where were you when she was ill   Where were you when she was in need of help   To cure her solitude from when her life   Was changed by your father's sad death   By your father's death      Beloved Mother      TOO LATE   NOW IS TOO LATE   FOR A LOVE NEVER REMEMBERED   TO A MOTHER DEAD A STRANGER   FOR A VICTIM OF YOUR SHADOW   PAY YOUR SHAME NOW   CRY ONLY FOR YOURSELF 'CAUSE   SHE DOES NOT DESERVE YOUR TEARS   TOO LATE