The tranquil sounds
of the early dawn
The distant cries
from the newly born
With skin so soft as
their life starts
The sounds of beating
of their little hearts
Their bodies small,
their hands minute With tiny feet
and faces cute You'll hear them
cry as they will need Their
want for love and nutritious feed
With their tiny hands reaching out
And their tiny toes on their
feet A smile so bright and
pure And a mother's love you
will never beat
With
their tiny hands reaching out And
their tiny toes on their feet
A smile so bright and pure
And a mother's love
you will never beat