“For Momma” is one of those rare songs that cuts straight to the heart, reminding us of the unconditional love and sacrifices a mother makes. It’s a song that doesn’t just tell a story; it connects with something deeply personal, a universal truth we all share—how much we owe to the women who raised us. Whether you’re reminiscing about childhood moments, or thinking about the times your mom was there for you when no one else was, this song feels like a warm embrace.
What makes “For Momma” special is its sincerity. It’s not flashy or overdone—it’s pure and simple, like the bond between a mother and child. The lyrics evoke a sense of gratitude, often unspoken, that many of us carry. As you listen, it’s easy to imagine the artist drawing from real-life experiences, perhaps sitting down and reflecting on all the ways their mom shaped who they are today.
The music itself mirrors this simplicity. It’s gentle, yet full of warmth, like a lullaby for grown-ups. There’s something incredibly comforting about the melody, a soft reminder of home, safety, and the kind of love that asks for nothing in return.
This song doesn’t just speak to those who still have their mothers in their lives—it reaches those who may be missing them, those whose relationships have been complicated, and those who are now parents themselves. It’s the kind of song that lingers with you long after it’s finished, making you want to pick up the phone and say, “Thanks, Mom.”
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Lyrics
There’s a Christmas memory
I recall so well
Takes me back to when I was a child
Just her and me
By the lights of the tree
We’d sit and she would softly sing awhile
0 Little Town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
I was always a shepherd
In the church Christmas play
And she helped me memorize my part
We would decorate the mantlepiece
And count the Christmas cards
And I learned all those memories by heart
Silent Night, Holy Night
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Hiding Christmas presents
Wrapped in pretty bows
Each year they’d be some place I couldn’t find
And while helping her bake cookies
Shaped like Christmas trees
She’d tell me the old, old story one more time
Away In A Manger
No crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus
Lay down His sweet head
Keeping Christmas secrets
Was always lots of fun
But there’s one
I never tried to keep from you
So for everything you’ve done for me
And still do today
Merry Christmas Momma, I love you