My sons!” What simple, beautiful words!
My boys!” What a wonderful phrase!
I’m counting the months till you come home.
The months, and the weeks, and the days!
The new little strangers, some babes are called,
But that’s not what you’re going to be;
With double my virtues and half of my faults
You can’t be a stranger to me!
Soon I shall take both of you in my arms
We will howl for a life full of joys
Because you both, are such wonderful boys
You will lie in my arms
And snuggle to my chest
And I shall thank God I am there to shield
The two I love the best
A wonderful thing is a breaking wave
And sweet is the scent of spring
But when I hear your voices
It’s the most beautiful thing
Were listening now to that silence
And waiting your toys and I
Waiting to welcome the fruit of my love from your mother and I
When you come to us by and by
I’m hungry to show you a wonderful world
With wonderful things to be done
I’m aching to give you best of it
And I’m lonely for you my son’s
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