Sweet little thing
How nice it must be
To not know a thing
Of how you came to be

Sweet little darling
Innocent and naive
For you we fought
To see you live

Two years now
How much you have grown
From a small potato
To a pumpkin

You are growing
To fast to keep up
Breaking our hearts
A little at a time

My sweet little darling
Is not so little any more
He is growing now
Growing strong

My sweet little boy
So tall and so strong
I fear the day
You leave home

I'm growing old to old to follow
But there is still a long road ahead
There is still time
Until morrow