Lyrics
If I mistook
The sun for a mango,
I'd fly up there and reach for it too.
It's the story of something older,
And bigger than me and you.
And you told it
In a letter,
In the form of an evergreen cassette.
And I played it,
In the morning,
Till after the sun would set.
(Refrain)
See, mother I believe,
That half of everything I hear is true.
Between you and me,
I believe the anecdotes too.
In the verandah,
In the midnight heat,
Cousins and I would wait for the rains.
Singing songs about America
And then the first drops came.
So don't worry
Even though you were,
Oceans and continents away,
I had evergreen hits, lullabies,
And everything you had to sing.
See, mother I believe,
That half of everything I hear is true.
Between you and me,
I believe the anecdotes too.
If they get you through.
If time, time could be bent with the drop of a tear,
You'd see it rain in our house for a year,
This is the sound of the beating you'd hear.
All the tapes we've taped over all of our hopes and our fears,
The open verandah's been flooding for years
I always hope that I'd see you here.
But time, time can't be bent with the drop a tear,
And though you say you missed out all of those years,
Your voice on the tapes always kept us near.
(Refrain)
See, mother I believe,
That half of everything I hear is true.
Between you and me,
I believe in everything you do.
