This is called Eagle when she flies by Dolly Parton, and when I sing it lately, I have a bit of trouble finishing it due to the lump in my throat. Suffice it to say my mum loves the song, and Dolly Parton was one of my Dad's favourites...
She's been there, God knows she's been there,
She's seen and done it all,
She's a woman she know's how to give it out or take it all,
Her hearts as soft as feathers, still she weathers stormy skies,
And she's a sparrow when she's broken, but she's an eagle when she flies.
A kaleidascope of colours you can turn her round and round,
You can keep her in your vision, but you'll never keep her down,
She's a lover, she's a mother, she's a friend, and she's a wife.
And she's a sparrow when she's broken, but she's an eagle when she flies.
Gentle as the sweet magnolia, strong as steel, her faith and pride.
She's an everlasting shoulder, she's the leaning post of life.
She hurts deep and when she weeps, she's just as fragile as a child.
And she's a sparrow when she's broken, but she's an eagle when she flies.
She's a sparrow when she's broken, but she's an eagle when she flies.
Oh, bless her lord.
She's an eagle when she flies.