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Mama would rock in that old rocking chair,
By the light of the kerosene lamp;
And when I got home she would tuck me in bed,
'Cause Mama was always like that.
When I left the island, the prodigal son,
She waited for me to come back;
She rocks by the window in that old rocking chair,
By the light of the kerosene lamp.
Come back to the island, yes, come back, my son,
For you've been away for so long;
Now late in the night by the kerosene light,
Mama rocks while she is singing her song.
I broke the law, the law broke her heart,
When they put me in prison to stay;
Now late in the night when the prison is quiet,
I can still hear my Mama say:
My son, you be careful wherever you go,
When you've worn out your wandering shoes;
Come back to the island, the place of your birth,
i'll be waiting in the window for you.
Come back to the island, yes, come back, my son,
For you've been away for so long;
Now late in the night by the kerosene light,
Mama rocks while she is singing her song.
Late in the night by the kerosene light,
Mama rocks while she is singing her song....
