From love springs beginnings.
From love of the two.
From love of each other
There's promise of new.
Chorus
With child there’s a beauty.
With child there’s a grace.
With child there’s a portion
Of the whole human race.
Each one is so special.
Each one not replaced.
Each one from the fabric
Of the weaver of grace.
Delight in their talking.
Delight in their play.
Delight in their sleeping
At the end of the day.
We’re lost in their wonder
We’re lost in their smile.
We’re lost in remembering
Of our own childhood while.
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