A mother looks on her sleeping child
Nestled away
Resting peacefully in bed
So sweet and innocent
And she whispers quietly
You are my joy

The old man sits with his wife
At a small booth
Her face and hair weathered
Yet still so beautiful to him
He looks at her and says
You are my joy

The young ******* her wedding day
In white and song
Her fathers eyes
Fill with tears
And he mumbles below his breath
You are my joy.