She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long I'd probably break down and cry
Sweet child o' mine, Sweet love of mine
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide and pray
For the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by
Sweet child o' mine, Sweet love of mine
Where do we go, where do we go now?


Dave said...

Morning. It's the Sunday before Advent on Sunday.

If I live to see it.

I, Like The View said...

you will

(and we'll hear about how you did it)

in the meantime, d'ya like the hedgehogs?!

Mel said...

<-- will cruise the link when himself is up and att'em.

G'morning, ma'am.
G'morning, sir!

*sending 'feel better' thoughts*