|I want to cradle you in my arms once again,
And rock away the awful truth
That you will grow up only to die
And leave me here with empty arms.
Don't grow so quickly my love,
Linger here with me for now.
We will forget what lies ahead,
Let's just be mother and child.
I'll rock you slowly and gently
And sing you a soft lullaby.
We'll just be warm and peaceful
And let death pass us by.