For as long as I can remember,
\n The windows always glowed for me,
\n In the room filled with quiet spring,
\n And embroidered towels on the wall.
\n In that sacred, peaceful chamber,
\n A child\u2019s heart would read and know
\n Shevchenko\u2019s kind and watchful eyes,
\n And golden patterns in a row.<\/p>\n
Mother, your children are like birds,<\/strong> That endless childhood temptation \u2013 For as long as I can remember, Mother, your children are like birds,<\/strong> Maybe far from home and shelter, Son, remember this, my son \u2013 Mother, your children are like birds,<\/strong> Verse 1 For as long as I can remember, The windows always glowed for me, In the room filled with quiet spring, And embroidered towels on the wall. In that sacred, peaceful chamber, A child\u2019s heart would read and know Shevchenko\u2019s kind and watchful eyes, And golden patterns in a row. Chorus Mother, your children […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-142368","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"yoast_head":"\n
\n Spreading wings into the sky.<\/strong>
\n Mother, to your tender room,<\/strong>
\n We\u2019ll return again by and by.<\/strong><\/p>\nVerse 2<\/h3>\n
\n Open the door and you will see,
\n A table dressed in Sunday white
\n And mother waiting patiently.<\/p>\nVerse 3<\/h3>\n
\n That white cloth always shone so bright.
\n In your room, dear mother, I know,
\n Every day felt like Sunday light.<\/p>\nChorus<\/h3>\n
\n Spreading wings into the sky.<\/strong>
\n Mother, to your tender room,<\/strong>
\n We\u2019ll return again by and by.<\/strong><\/p>\nVerse 4<\/h3>\n
\n My wings will falter in the air.
\n The star will fade, and after that \u2013
\n No more nightingales anywhere.<\/p>\nVerse 5<\/h3>\n
\n No matter where life takes your flight,
\n All may leave their mother\u2019s home,
\n But none forget its gentle light.<\/p>\nChorus (x2)<\/h3>\n
\n Spreading wings into the sky.<\/strong>
\n Mother, to your tender room,<\/strong>
\n We\u2019ll return again by and by.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"