Lyrics for a song I'm working on about a young mother trying to care for her infant, set against the backdrop of the 1940 Liverpool Blitz. THE MOTHER She gently rocks her son to sleep Forlorn, sad-eyed and pale Dreading the distant rumble And the siren’s haunting wail All alone in this house Seeking comfort in all the pain But a child it needs its mother So, strong she must remain Death casts its cruel shadow On those streets where she grew up Childhood howls of laughter Silenced now in clouds of dust Not a sound in this house But the whimper of her boy She holds him close to her heart With a love they’ll not destroy The morning light reveals the toll Familiar streets now turned to waste Her heart sinks in stunned despair As she stumbles off in haste Back once more in this house She fears what night-time brings Cradling him in a mother’s arms To soothe his tears, she sings