These Are The Years
These are the years, the gentle years
The soft and sentimental years
when wee little fingers
reach and touch
and little eyes gaze
with wonder and trust,
when you love so tenderly
and so much.
These are the gentle years.
These are the years, the rainbow years.
The quiet walk on tip toe years,
the years of laughter
and smiles and sighs
when both of you watch
with misty eyes
the tiny bed
where a cherub lies.
These are the rainbow years.
These are the years, the tender years.
The blissful, sweet-surrender years
when your little treasure from above
is the soul and purpose and center of
your plans and dreams and dearest love.
These are the tender years.
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