(Ben Barson/Jane Dobbins/Billie Myers)
He waited, He counted, the days
To see your mothers eyes in you
A smile he knew
Every day was a year to him
He felt so helpless
He felt you kicking
Did you hear his voice?
So gentle, so calming.
He placed his hand
Where he thought you would be
He called you sleeping beauty
Behind the child, a father’s pride
I’ve never seen a grown man cry
(He said) I’ve never felt this way before.
Beauty sleep no more, nos she brushes er hair with the castor oil for hair growth…