Mama Bear - reprise

We’ve seen her anguish.
We’ve seen her cry.
We’ve seen her stare life down,
straight in the eye.

We’ve seen her fight for her family,
and its good name.
We’ve seen her put liars to roost
and cheaters to shame.

There’s just no one we love more,
whose voice we want to hear.
She’s the den mother to us all,
she is our Mama Bear.
 
We’ve seen how she responds
when her men go to war.
She knows the price of the freedom
her family is fighting for.

She doesn’t take any push back.
She doesn’t take any lip.
She’s the fastest gun in town,
she can shoot from either hip.

She’ll not tolerate our being wayward,
 we’d better adhere to her very last word.
She’ll send us packing until we repent.
Oh the payback is heavy, now, we have to pay rent.
 
Yes, we’re no longer the center of the family show,
our youthful antics have lost their glow.
She’s allowed for our screw-ups, she’s allowed for our fun,
there’s a different kind of mothering, since we turned twenty-one.

We’ve grown beyond the den,
she’s let us go, but mothering doesn’t ever end.
We still need Mama’s counsel to keep our feet on the ground.
She keeps us straight and true, even when not around.

As tender as she can be,
she can still strike the fear of the Lord in everyone,
most especially in me.
She’s gentle and grace filled and can deal with it all,
a multitasker supreme, she never retreats.
She’s the core of our family, she’s answered the call,
and no matter where she goes, loved by everyone she meets.

There’s just no one we love, 
or who loves us more,
whose voice we want to hear.
She’s the den mother to us all,
she is our Mama Bear.