I see my own features in your precious face
Each time you look at me
See myself in younger days gone by
The way I used to be
The way you move and gaily laugh aloud
Is like looking in a mirror
Reflecting back an image of long ago
Yet nearer and so dearer
Listening to you now, sing so beautifully
Like a lovely nightingale
Takes me back to another time and place
I can remember, oh so well
Your tiny hand was sweetly clasped in mine
Looking up into my eyes
Learning to live, just the way I taught you
Chasing after those blue skies
I could never, ever, be any prouder
As I look into your eyes
See you holding her tiny hand in yours
Chasing after those blue skies
Sep 4, 2010
Sep 4, 2010 at 6:58 PM UTC
I see my own features in your precious face
Each time you look at me
See myself in younger days gone by
The way I used to be
The way you move and gaily laugh aloud
Is like looking in a mirror
Reflecting back an image of long ago
Yet nearer and so dearer
Listening to you now, sing so beautifully
Like a lovely nightingale
Takes me back to another time and place
I can remember, oh so well
Your tiny hand was sweetly clasped in mine
Looking up into my eyes
Learning to live, just the way I taught you
Chasing after those blue skies
I could never, ever, be any prouder
As I look into your eyes
See you holding her tiny hand in yours
Chasing after those blue skies
*For My Amber
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