No need to say a word,
it's morning in the country,
leave the chirping for the birds.
Lay your precious head,
against my caring arm,
be silent now instead,
let me keep you safe from harm.
Each day I get to hear you,
speaking merrily to me,
I treasure all you say and do,
that lends a tender mystery.
So, take your words and tuck them,
deep inside your caring heart,
your eyes say everything they can,
and that's a wonderful way to start.
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 2:38 AM UTC
No need to say a word,
it's morning in the country,
leave the chirping for the birds.
Lay your precious head,
against my caring arm,
be silent now instead,
let me keep you safe from harm.
Each day I get to hear you,
speaking merrily to me,
I treasure all you say and do,
that lends a tender mystery.
So, take your words and tuck them,
deep inside your caring heart,
your eyes say everything they can,
and that's a wonderful way to start.
D. Conors
08 September 2010