The piano opens br her favorite song... br the soothing, melodic notes br of a different era br br yes, this is br the song of her br sorrow, her regret... br br Patsy belting out br just how's she's feeling br and she's sitting there, crying br what in the world did she do? br he's not there br and her heart, br is breaking in two. br br I sing the words br she knew so well br when she felt so sad, br those days she thought br she was alone, unwatched... br br ... and turn br to see my own daughter br watching the tears I cried, br listening to my mother's song, br regretting I didn't br appreciate her song sooner... br and missing her so much more.