Mother said
Let's make bread
Beneath the watchful eye of dawn

Mother said
Take great care
Kneed the dough, be cruel, soft and slow

But, mother, I can't get this love to rise
Think I'm too cold, cold

Mother said
Make some bread
It fills me well, give your hands to the pealing bell

Mother said
Make some bread
Under the new spring sky
Oh, mama, I'll try, I'll try

Mother said
Take more care
Kneed the dough, just like I said, firm and slow

Oh, mother, I don't know if I can rise
I'm too cold, cold, cold, cold

Mum, I've said, it's the flour I dread
It stains my cheeks all white
Hear my voice like a ghost in the night
See my ghost in the powder of white
Hear me now, mother, look inside