A long, long time ago, when you were very young And all the world was unexplored and all our songs unsung You lay nearby and looked at me - you'd only just begun The day before had rained so hard. That day you brought the sun. The day I cried the skies cried too - The labour ward was grey And the windows let no daylight in - That was the crying day. Your whole, long life ago, you lay and looked at me And I woke up and your own face was the first thing I could see And I looked into your blue eyes and saw the love to be And a nurse came in and drew the blinds and the sun shone in on me. The day I cried the skies cried too - The labour ward was grey And the windows let no daylight in - That was the crying day. The short, hard year has passed, and you still wake and play And the days are long and full of joy and toys in disarray You run and hide, then come to us, and without words you say That from your waking to your rest, this is the laughing day.
I wanted to write how I felt and then I realised I'd already done it.