I am lying here Daughter dear I have something that I wish to whisper In your small round ear What is it you wish to say Oh mama, my dear The prayer in the rain It beats a sad familiar refrain Mama, I don’t like when you’re not here Mama, I don’t like when you’re not here For the worms crawl out And the worms they crawl in And they rub up and down against my skin The snowdrop grows up out of my head There is nothing to be said The flower leans in to view her newly pressed White fragile dress Yes, I remember that day When you made me the dress And I wouldn’t stay still and I caused you Quite an amount of distress Mama, I don’t like when you’re not here Mama, I don’t like when you’re not here For the worms crawl out And the worms they crawl in And they rub up and down against my skin What is it you wish to say When you came to visit today What is it you wish to whisper In my small round ear Mama my dear