My sister's boy walked to the kitchen one evening
While she was fixing supper
And he handed a piece of paper
That he'd be writing on
After wiping her hands on her apron
She took it in her hands, and read it
And this was what it said
For mowing the yard, five dollars
For making my own bed this week,
One dollar
For going to the store, fifty cents
And for playing with little brother
While you went shopping, twenty five cents
For picking up the trash, one dollar
And for getting a good report card, five dollars
And for racking the yard, two dollars
Total all, to fourteen seventy five
While she looked at him standing there unexpectedly
And a thousands memories flashed through her mind
So she picked up the pen, turned the paper over
And this was what she wrote
For the nine months I carried you
Growing inside of me, no charge
For the nights I've sat up with you
Doctor, you prayed for you, no charge
For the time and the tears and the thoughts
Through the years, there's no charge
When you add it all up
The full cost of my love is, no charge
For the nights filled with grey
And worries ahead, no charge
For advice and the knowledge
And the cost of your college, no charge
For the first school and cloths
And for whipping your nose
There's no charge, son
When you add it all up
The full cost of real love is, no charge
For the nights filled with grey
And worries ahead, no charge
For advice and the knowledge
And the cost of your college, no charge
For the first school and cloths
And for whipping your nose
There's no charge, son
Hmm, when you add it all up
The full cost of real love is, no charge
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