Hands of Mine
With these hands of mine I comforted you through the night Loving you time after time Wiping your tears when you cried Caressing your soft baby skin While singing you a lullaby Why then do I cry? You have grown up, that is why! You are not the little boy that used to be Things are different now, if you only knew I miss the days you fell asleep in my arms All cuddled up, your tender skin against mine With these hands of mine G ently I covered you through the night When you were deep asleep, Gently I would touch your face Making sure the fever you had Had escaped With these hands of mine Time after time, I would reach out To guide you down a safety path While you walked Through the path of life As a tear shed from your eye I ask, why do you cry? But in a deep voice you tell me Mom, I do not cry! I just miss the days that have gone by.