Only knew just what your momma was plannin' to do.
You're still a-clingin' to the tree of life,
but soon you'll be cut off before you get ripe
Oh unborn child,
beginning to grow inside your momma,
but you'll never know.
Oh tiny bud, that grows in the womb, only to becrushed before you can bloom.
Mama stop! Turn around, go back, think it over.
Now stop, turn around, go back, think it over.
Stop, turn around, go back think it over.
Oh no momma, just let it be.
You'll never regret it, just wait and see.
Think of all the great ones
who gave everything
That we might have life here,so please bear the pain.