She found the world embedded in the snow    It’s too bad the rest have made it all their own    There’s got to be a better way somehow but I don’t know    Wish I could find the words and heal my baby    She made a crib of blankets from the floor    Painted the bluest colour on the walls    I don’t want to know the time, I don’t care about that at all    Nobody knows the way to heaven baby    No, this can’t go on    Your advice for young mothers to be,    We’ll never find the words darling believe me       So here it is, your heart’s out the cold    The friends who care still call you on the phone    The vicar said it’s wrong but hey what does he know?    He said it’s wrong but that the Lord forgave me    Well I don’t want his pity and your scorn    Boy why you preaching? No one’s listening anymore    That life of yours sickens me directly to my maternal core    No man alive has earned the right to save me    Lord this can’t go on    Your advice for young mothers to be    We’ll never find the words Darling believe me       Now here I am, I'm pushing 24    I’ve got a house and a little terrace on the lawn,    My baby’s grown and I’m as happy as a fawn    Now only the beauty of the world delays me       Oh, this can’t go on, your advice for young mothers to be    We’ll never find the words darling believe me    Oh, this crown of thorns, we’ll never find the words    Your advice to young mothers to be    We’ll never find the words darling believe me