by Yusuf Islam
(teacher and children talk)
Who should you give your love to?
Your respect and your honour to?
Who should you pay good mind to - after Allah,
And Rasullullah?
Comes your Mother,
Who next? Your Mother
Who next? Your Mother
And then you Father
Cause who used to hold you
And clean you and clothe you?
Who used to feed you
And always be with you?
When you were sick, stay up all night,
Holding you tight?
That's right no other, your Mother
Who should you take good care of,
Giving all your love?
Who should you think the most of - after Allah
And Rasullullah?
Comes your Mother,
Who next? Your Mother
Who next? Your Mother
And then you Father
Cause who used to hear you
Before you could talk?
Who used to hold you
Before you could walk?
And when you fell, who'd pick you up?
Clean your cut?
No one but, your Mother, your Mother
Who should you stay right close to?
Listen most to?
Never say no to after Allah
And Rasullullah?
Comes your Mother,
Who next? Your Mother
Who next? Your Mother
And then you Father
Cause who used to hug you
And buy you new clothes?
Comb your hair and blow your nose?
And when you cried who wiped your tears?
Knows your fears? Who really cares?
Your Mother
Say Alhamdulillah,
Thank you Allah
Thank You Allah for my Mother
An unusual blog collect lyrics form various artists. The lyrics must comply with principle designed rules. It lead to better world, a world without war, fresh and joys.
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Jan 21, 2010
Jan 11, 2010
I Look I See Lyrics
By Yusuf Islam
I Look I See
I look, I look, I look, I see
I see a world of beauty
I touch, I touch, I touch, I feel
I feel a world around so real
And everything I do
I dedicate to You
Cause You made me
I am for You
I listen, listen, listen, I hear
I hear the words of God so clear
I read, I read, I read, I know
It helps my knowledge grow
And everything we do
We dedicate to You
Cause You made us
We are for You
I listen, listen, listen, I hear
He sent the Prophet to show us the way
He made Religion perfect that Day
Peace be upon him, upon him we pray
Salatullah, wa salamu â'alyhi
I sleep I sleep, I sleep, I dream
I dream I âm in a garden green
I wish, I wish, I wish I pray
I pray to be here everyday
And everything I do
I dedicate to You
Cause You made me
I am for You
I work, I work, I work, I strive
To make something of my life
I seek, I seek, I seek, I find
I find another hill to climb
And everything we do
We dedicate to You
Cause You made us
We are for You
I look, I look, I look, I see
He sent the Prophet to show us the way
He made Religion perfect that Day
Peace be upon him, upon him we pray
Salatullah, wa salamu â'alyhi (x2)
I Look I See
I look, I look, I look, I see
I see a world of beauty
I touch, I touch, I touch, I feel
I feel a world around so real
And everything I do
I dedicate to You
Cause You made me
I am for You
I listen, listen, listen, I hear
I hear the words of God so clear
I read, I read, I read, I know
It helps my knowledge grow
And everything we do
We dedicate to You
Cause You made us
We are for You
I listen, listen, listen, I hear
He sent the Prophet to show us the way
He made Religion perfect that Day
Peace be upon him, upon him we pray
Salatullah, wa salamu â'alyhi
I sleep I sleep, I sleep, I dream
I dream I âm in a garden green
I wish, I wish, I wish I pray
I pray to be here everyday
And everything I do
I dedicate to You
Cause You made me
I am for You
I work, I work, I work, I strive
To make something of my life
I seek, I seek, I seek, I find
I find another hill to climb
And everything we do
We dedicate to You
Cause You made us
We are for You
I look, I look, I look, I see
He sent the Prophet to show us the way
He made Religion perfect that Day
Peace be upon him, upon him we pray
Salatullah, wa salamu â'alyhi (x2)
Aug 25, 2008
Matthew and Son lyric
Up at eight, you can't be late
for Matthew & Son, he won't wait.
Watch them run down to platform one
And the eight-thirty train to Matthew & Son.
Matthew & Son, the work's never done, there's always something new.
The files in your head, you take them to bed, you're never ever through.
And they've been working all day, all day, all day!
There's a five minute break and that's all you take,
for a cup of cold coffee and a piece of cake.
Matthew & Son, the work's never done, there's always something new.
The files in your head, you take them to bed, you're never ever through.
And they've been working all day, all day, all day!
He's got people who've been working for fifty years
No one asks for more money cuz nobody cares
Even though they're pretty low and their rent's in arrears
Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son,
And they've been working all day, all day, all day!
for Matthew & Son, he won't wait.
Watch them run down to platform one
And the eight-thirty train to Matthew & Son.
Matthew & Son, the work's never done, there's always something new.
The files in your head, you take them to bed, you're never ever through.
And they've been working all day, all day, all day!
There's a five minute break and that's all you take,
for a cup of cold coffee and a piece of cake.
Matthew & Son, the work's never done, there's always something new.
The files in your head, you take them to bed, you're never ever through.
And they've been working all day, all day, all day!
He's got people who've been working for fifty years
No one asks for more money cuz nobody cares
Even though they're pretty low and their rent's in arrears
Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son, Matthew & Son,
And they've been working all day, all day, all day!
Morning has broken lyric
Morning has broken, like the first
morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the
first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for
the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from
the world
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit
from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the
first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet
garden
Sprung in completeness where his
feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the
morning
Born of the one light, eden saw
play
Praise with elation, praise every
morning
God's recreation of the new day
morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the
first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for
the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from
the world
Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit
from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the
first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet
garden
Sprung in completeness where his
feet pass
Mine is the sunlight, mine is the
morning
Born of the one light, eden saw
play
Praise with elation, praise every
morning
God's recreation of the new day
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