Song Lyrics
now there s no-one to sit in mother s chair
now the old chair is still standing where she left it on that day
Like the way she d smile and hold my hand and brush away the tears, i knew against all others
Upon my mother s knee, now the old chair is still standing where she left it on that day
and every time i see it
And every time i see it, repeat chorus, like the way she d smile and hold my hand and brush away the tears
turn them to reality
for i used to sit there
Mother s chair is old and dusty and the colour s fading fast, there s an old armchair and it means the world to me Chair, turn them to reality
And she d read to me the stories, and every time i see it
Repeat chorus, repeat first verse, i had mother on my side
Turn them to reality, when god came to visit and carry her away Mothers, it looks so cold and bare
I knew against all others, there s an old armchair and it means the world to me, for i used to sit there
There s an old armchair and it means the world to me, for i used to sit there Isla, i knew against all others
Now there s no-one to sit in mother s chair, i still recall the many times, repeat chorus
like the way she d smile and hold my hand and brush away the tears
And every time i see it, i knew against all others
Repeat chorus, there s an old armchair and it means the world to me
i still recall the many times
There s an old armchair and it means the world to me, that children love to hear
Repeat chorus, mother s chair is old and dusty and the colour s fading fast, there s an old armchair and it means the world to me
There s an old armchair and it means the world to me, i had mother on my side
There s an old armchair and it means the world to me, and as i sat by her in wonder, repeat first verse
there s an old armchair and it means the world to me
and she d read to me the stories
And as i sat by her in wonder, when god came to visit and carry her away Grant, like the way she d smile and hold my hand and brush away the tears
And every time i see it, but to me it holds a memory of happy days long past, her eyes held so much pride
The words she d say to me, and as i sat by her in wonder
When god came to visit and carry her away, i had mother on my side
There s an old armchair and it means the world to me, that children love to hear Mothers, turn them to reality
It looks so cold and bare, now the old chair is still standing where she left it on that day, her eyes held so much pride
Upon my mother s knee, her eyes held so much pride, i knew against all others
turn them to reality
Now there s no-one to sit in mother s chair, for i used to sit there
Fight for all your dreams, when god came to visit and carry her away
The words she d say to me, and she d read to me the stories Mothers, mother s chair is old and dusty and the colour s fading fast
Fight for all your dreams, now there s no-one to sit in mother s chair
and every time i see it
that children love to hear
Repeat chorus, now the old chair is still standing where she left it on that day
I knew against all others, like the way she d smile and hold my hand and brush away the tears, the words she d say to me
And every time i see it, but to me it holds a memory of happy days long past, and she d read to me the stories
but to me it holds a memory of happy days long past