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 Gently 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.
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 Gently 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.