We haven't lost mother. Not really... Nothing's gone forever Only out of place So when we need her touch And loving gaze Gone but not forgotten Is the perfect phrase Smiling from a star That she makes glow Trust she's always there Watching as we grow Find her in the place Where the lost things go When did you all get so clever? I hope I'm as clever as you when I grow up. You're right. Of course you're right, Georgie. Your mother's not gone, she's in your smile. And in your walk, John. And Annabel's eyes. And she'll always be with us, wherever we go.