Everyone, when she was young, 
They said she was the pretty one 
She's lovely now, just watch her as she goes 
Waiting for the birds to come 
She holds the hands of someone young 
Whose mother comes and she sees her and she smiles 
Thank you Louise 
Thank you Louise 
Mother of three 
Waiting in the check-out line 
The supermarket, Christmas time 
She eyes someone who doesn't have the change 
Takes a dollar from her purse 
She pays and doesn't say a word 
She winks and grins and 'Merry Christmas, friend!' 
Thank you Louise 
Thank you Louise 
Mother of three 
In Baltimore, the freezing cold, 
That chills her darling to the bone 
She leaves her work and quits her job
Her brother lay upon the bed 
With broken teeth and busted head 
He hears the phone and he knows his brother's dead 
Thank you Louise 
Thank you Louise 
Mother of two.