Verse 1

Late at night when the house is still

She cleans the plates on the window sill

Four pair of shoes lined up by the door

She works so hard, then works some more

Dialver holds her hands when the day is done

Counts every blessing, every single one

Chorus

Gulya, you're the best mom in the world, it's true

Everything we are, we owe to you

Four growing kids and a husband's deep love

A blessing sent down from the sky above

Through every hard storm and every cold rain

You hold us together and quiet the pain

Verse 2

Morning light comes, she’s up before dawn

Making the coffee before we are gone

Four little voices call out her name