Mother, I wrote a song beneath the hazed stars Sipping on some scotch and playing my guitar with a broken heart Mother, I met a girl, and she is so pretty And I know that you taught me chivalry But things aren't what they used to be Oh mother, romance is lost at sea She will wither away with her beautiful petals in the wind Like a butterfly, she will fly away Far away into the sea Mother, I wrote a song beside the ocean waves Sitting in the sand with a cigarette in hand and a broken heart Mother, I met a girl, and she is a princess wearing green Like the colors of an early spring But the years aren't what they used to seem Oh mother, romance is lost at sea She will wither away with her beautiful petals in the wind Like a butterfly, she will fly away Far away into the sea Mother, I saw a boat in the distance And I'm not the jealous type, but this time it was different It would rock me to sleep with its sweetness and carry me Carry me away from my weakness