| You’re just a small bump unborn, in four months you’re brought to life,
|
| You might be left with my hair, but you’ll have your mother’s eyes,
|
| I’ll hold your body in my hands, be as gentle as I can, but for now your scan
|
| of my unmade plans,
|
| A small bump in four months, you’re brought to life
|
| I’ll whisper quietly, I’ll give you nothing but truth,
|
| I’ll hold you tightly, I’ll give you nothing but truth,
|
| If you’re not inside me, I’ll put my future in you
|
| You are my one and only.
|
| You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
|
| Oh, you are my one and only.
|
| You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
|
| And you’ll be alright.
|
| You’re just a small bump unknown, you’ll grow into your skin.
|
| With a smile like hers and a dimple beneath your chin.
|
| Finger nails the size of a half grain of rice,
|
| And eyelids closed to be soon opened wide
|
| A small bump, in four months you’ll open your eyes.
|
| And I’ll hold you tightly, I’ll give you nothing but truth,
|
| And I’ll hold you tightly, I’ll tell you nothing but truth,
|
| If you’re not inside me, I’ll put my future in you
|
| You are my one and only.
|
| You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
|
| Oh, you are my one and only.
|
| You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
|
| And you’ll be alright.
|
| You can lie with me,
|
| With your tiny feet
|
| When you’re half asleep,
|
| I’ll leave you be.
|
| Right in front of me For a couple weeks
|
| So I can keep you safe.
|
| 'Cause you are my one and only.
|
| You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
|
| You are my one and only.
|
| You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.
|
| And you’ll be alright.
|
| You were just a small bump unborn for four months then torn from life.
|
| Maybe you were needed up there but we’re still unaware as why. |