Now a little boy came up
to his mom in the kitchen
this evening
While she was fixing supper
And he handed her
a piece of paper
he'd been writing on
And after wiping her hands
on her apron, she read it
For mowing the lawn,
five dollars
For making
my own bed this week,
one dollar
Going to the store,
fifty cents
And playing with little brother
while you went shopping,
twenty five cents
Taking out the trash,
one dollar
And getting
a good report card,
five dollars
And for raking the yard,
two dollars
Total owed,
fourteen seventy five
Well as mum looked at him
standing there expectantly
And I could see the memories
flashing through her mind
And so she picked up the pen,
and turning the paper over,
this is what she wrote
For the nine months
I carried you,
growing inside me, no charge
For the nights
I've sat up with you,
doctored you and
prayed for you, no charge
For the time and the tears
that you caused through the
years,
there's no charge
And when you add it all up,
the full cost of my love,
is no charge
For the nights filled with dread,
and all the worries ahead,
no charge
For advice and the knowledge
and the cost of your college,
no charge
For the toys food and clothes,
and even for wiping your nose,
there's no charge son
And when you add it all up,
the full cost of my love
is no charge
Well when he finished reading
he had great big old tears
in his eyes
And he looked up at her
standing there and said,
mama I sure do love you
Then he took the pen
and in great big letters
he wrote paid in full
And lord knows
when you add it all up,
the cost of real love,
is no charge
No Charge