We're daughters and mothers Not so long ago. We give and take And take and give Along time's endless row. Love is passed And love received To be passed on again: A precious heirloom Twice, twice blessed, A spiritual cardigan.
I'll put it on And treasure it, The me I have received, And when the roles Reverse again, I'll have what I most need.
So may our love Go on and on, A hundred thousand years; Mothers and daughters, Daughters and mothers, Through joys and other tears.