He's got a smile that it seems to me
reminds me of childhood memories
when everything was as fresh as a bright blue sky
now and then when I see his face
it takes me away to that special place
and if I stare too long I'll probably break down and cry
ohhhhh sweet child o' mine
ohhhhh sweet child o' mine
he's got eyes of the bluest skies
and if they thought of rain
I'd hate to look into those eyes
and see an ounce of pain
his 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
ohhhhh sweet child o' mine....
ohhhhh sweet child o' mine....
where do we go
where do we go now
where do we go?
sweet child...
;) And it's so true. My baby.
Readin'
Listenin' to
Thinkin' about
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