La to the left and La to the right
La to the middle is falling
I saw her walking off out in the morning light
La to the middle is falling

Mother was good to me
How then else could she be
I was a child of her own
But children, the little ones
They talk with the devil's tongue
La to the middle is falling

La to the left and La to the right
La to the middle is falling
I saw her walking off out in the morning light
La to the middle is falling

Father was good to me
How then else could he be
I was a child of his own
But children, the little ones
They talk with the devil's tongue
La to the middle is falling

La to the left and La to the right
La to the middle is falling
I saw her walking off out in the morning light
La to the middle is falling
You were no good to me
How then else could you be
I was a child of my own
And children, the little ones
They talk with the devil's tongue
La to the middle is falling

La to the left and La to the right
La to the middle is falling
I saw her walking off out in the morning light
La to the middle is falling