I just don’t want to lay him down;
These days are going too fast.
I feel his babyhood slipping
Away from this mother’s grasp.

It’s right and natural he should grow up,
It makes me happy too.
But these days of sweet fresh innocence,
Are short and far too few.

If he’s the last fruit of my womb
that will be carried there,
If that’s what’s meant to be
I know I shouldn’t care.

It’s just this sweet smell of his;
the way he lays in my lap.
His soft purring little snore while he takes his bedtime nap.

I want to stay here all night long and wrap him in my love,
For he’s a very special gift
Sent down from God above.