Little boy, fussing in my arms
Why won't you sleep?
Baby boy,
Do you know who you are?
What kinda things will you dream?
Mommy's little man, growing up before my eyes
I remember when you were born,
The smallest of my three
I thought your sisters were tiny
Then I saw your precious little feet
Now I hear those feet running through the house
With everyone you meet, you look to me and smile
I can see that mischief in your eyes
Oh baby boy, how I love to hold you tight
Whisper how things will all be alright
Even now as you fuss and squirm
I can see you slowly drift off
I imagine what you will dream
The last thing you see
Is me smiling at you
As you finally go to sleep