Eva Mae, I remember the day you were born; it was the summer.
Your mum and dad called me up to say how proud they were.
Voices ringing with the love of a new born child,
Light shining in their eyes, expectant smiles.
Now Eva Mae, I won’t ever judge you hard,
Just try to be a good girl and do the best with what you got.
Now Eva Mae, I will teach you what I know,
And watch over you everywhere you go.