Music in the Hills: baby mine

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

baby mine

baby mine don't you cry

baby mine dry your eye

rest your head close to my heart

never to part, baby of mine

little one when you play, don't you mind what they say

let those eyes sparkle and shine never a tear, baby of mine

if they knew sweet little you, they'd end up loving you too

all those same people who scold
you what they'd do just for the right to hold you

from your head to your toes, your not much goodness knows

but your so precious to me, cute as can be

baby of mine

this song is from
Disney's Dumbo
the part where Dumbo visits his mom in 'jail' and she holds him with her trunk and sings to him...
soooooo
sweet

1 comment:

shellyJuly 21, 2010 at 5:09 PM
aaawwwwww!!
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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear,

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Sonnet: 'I dreaded walking where there was no path'

I dreaded walking where there was no path

And pressed with cautious tread the meadow swath

And always turned to look with wary eye

And always feared the owner coming by;

Yet everything about where I had gone

Appeared so beautiful I ventured on

And when I gained the road where all are free

I fancied every stranger frowned at me

And every kinder look appeared to say

You've been on trespass in your walk today,

I've often thought the day appeared so fine,

How beautiful if such a place were mine

But having nought I never feel alone

And cannot use another's as my own.

John Claire