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