Mary Margaret in Mid-Air

Mary Margaret in mid-air
Has five reasons to be there
Wants her friends to know she cares
Writes I love you, pass it on
I love you, pass it on
My mother in her teens
Had a joy for all to see
Brought a boy up to believe
Sings I love you, pass it on
I love you, pass it on
My friend Martin’s leaving home
For a place where he’s unknown
Calls me on the telephone
Says, «Will she love me when I’m gone?
Will she love me when I’m gone?
Will you love me when I’m gone?»