Oh mama, where could you be?
The group of geese honk and plea
The life they owned was getting cold and bear
Now alone, they travel to who knows where
Oh mama, where is home?
The home you grew and raised us
It seemed to be flooding with cold by the day
And now we stray, clueless when you’re away
Oh mama, where are we going?
Why did we leave you at home?
The air is getting warmer, warm by the seco...
