Don't know much about you,
Don't know who you are,
We've been doing fine without you
But we could only go so far.
Don't know why you chose us;
Were you watching from above?
Is there someone there that knows us
Said we'd give you all our love?
Will you laugh just like your mother?
Will you sigh like your old man?
Will some things skip a generation
Like I've heard they often can?
Are you a poet or a dancer,
A devil or a clown?
Or a strange new combination of
The things we've handed down.
I wonder who you'll look like?
Will your hair fall down and curl?
Will you be a mama's boy,
Or daddy's little girl?
Will you be a sad reminder
Of what's been lost along the way?
Maybe you can help me find her
In the things you do and say?
And these things that we have given you,
They are not so easily found...
But you can thank us later
For the things we've handed down.
You may not always be so grateful
For the way that you were made,
Maybe some feature of your father's
That you'd gladly sell or trade.
And one day you may look at us
And say that you were cursed,
But over time that line has been
Extremely well rehearsed,
By our fathers, and their fathers
In some old and distant town.
From places no one here remembers
Come the things we've handed down.
We've been doing fine without you
But we could only go so far.
Don't know why you chose us;
Were you watching from above?
Is there someone there that knows us
Said we'd give you all our love?
Will you laugh just like your mother?
Will you sigh like your old man?
Will some things skip a generation
Like I've heard they often can?
Are you a poet or a dancer,
A devil or a clown?
Or a strange new combination of
The things we've handed down.
I wonder who you'll look like?
Will your hair fall down and curl?
Will you be a mama's boy,
Or daddy's little girl?
Will you be a sad reminder
Of what's been lost along the way?
Maybe you can help me find her
In the things you do and say?
And these things that we have given you,
They are not so easily found...
But you can thank us later
For the things we've handed down.
You may not always be so grateful
For the way that you were made,
Maybe some feature of your father's
That you'd gladly sell or trade.
And one day you may look at us
And say that you were cursed,
But over time that line has been
Extremely well rehearsed,
By our fathers, and their fathers
In some old and distant town.
From places no one here remembers
Come the things we've handed down.
~Mark Cohn
And another little one to love.What a beautiful round head!What joy.Love your nanny.
ReplyDeleteawwww. sooo sweet.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lucky lucky little one. xo S.
ReplyDeleteI love this song, and I love that baby. And I love the woman growing the baby.
ReplyDeleteLove the ultra sound picture! I still look at my daughter and am amazed at the physical traits that she got from us. She is such a good mix of the two of us it astounds me.
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