"A Mother's Love" genre: Pop
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	Gentle pop ballad with just vocal and piano accompaniment
	Credits: Kristen Guldseth, vocals
	Story Behind the Song The story behind this song still amazes me. I had been booked through an agent to do a gig that ended up being canceled. However, Nancy my agent, called back and said we were going to be paid anyway. Well I don't know about you folks, but I can count on one hand the number of times I've been paid under these circumstances. Anyway, when I arrived at Nancy's office to get my check I said to Nancy, "You know I'm gonna use this money to record my mother's day song even if I have to sing it myself". (It was the first week in May the year 1990) So Nancy's secretary, Kristen, overheard this and says, "Well I sing". To make a long story short, Kristen, after hearing the demo I mailed her, agreed to go to the studio with me a few days later. It was then that we rehearsed and performed the song together for the first time. I had never heard her sing before but since I had this extra dough I figured I'd take the chance. We recorded straight to two track and kept maybe the third take. The whole session including running a few copies took an hour and forty minutes. Needless to say, when I heard Kristen, I knew instantly my good fortune had exceeded just plain luck. You know the old saying, "Count your blessings". It's indeed a writer's blessing to have a song sung so well. Yet even more so, of course, it's a very sacred blessing to have a loving mother. Can I get an AMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!? Lyrics There's a tiny rose An old oak tree Small streams that flow To a deep blue sea There are mountains high And bright stars above But there's nothin' Like a mother's love There are birds that sing Huge church bells ring And soft golden rays sunrise brings Many precious gems You might think of But there's nothin' Like a mother's love Words can only try At best they just get by No one can describe What she means to us 'Cause she means so much Fine works of art Grand symphonies A gentle rain Cool summer's breeze There are silks and lace And a satin glove Still there's nothin' Like a mother's love There's nothin' Like a mother's love copyright 1990 Lincoln Ross Music

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