When she sees a child at play it's magic to her eye,
and a baby sleeping, always makes her sigh.
When she sees the dew on roses opening at dawn
she can't hurry past, she has to linger on.
Just a glance of snowfall and she's lost in time,
through a frosty window how her spirits climb
When she sees the dew on roses opening at dawn
she can't hurry past, she has to linger on.
Just a glance of snowfall and she's lost in time,
through a frosty window how her spirits climb
when the moon illuminates the satiny landscape,
and the evening slips up with it's starry drape.
She's enchanted with each autumn morning coming on
loves to wander through the leaf strewn lanes at dawn
listen to the music of a calling meadow lark
and a full moon's beauty lighting up the dark
She still loves a Christmas card, a letter from a friend
something tells me childhood for her will never end
And that's how it ought to be, I hope she'll never be
anything but what she is she's perfect to me
Let her love the simple things she does, and be content
if they make her happy, the emotions are well spent,
I only hope the magic she has will always stay,
and the evening slips up with it's starry drape.
She's enchanted with each autumn morning coming on
loves to wander through the leaf strewn lanes at dawn
listen to the music of a calling meadow lark
and a full moon's beauty lighting up the dark
She still loves a Christmas card, a letter from a friend
something tells me childhood for her will never end
And that's how it ought to be, I hope she'll never be
anything but what she is she's perfect to me
Let her love the simple things she does, and be content
if they make her happy, the emotions are well spent,
I only hope the magic she has will always stay,
for I'll always love her just that way.
Adding your comment:
She sounds well loved.
