Ben McClaren - Lullaby Lyrics

My thoughts over you
Are too many to count I even have your hairs numbered
I obsess over you my son, my daughter

I love you my son my daughter
When you call my name my son my daughter
I love to hear your voice my son my daughter
You're my world

I show pictures of you to the angels
Until they tire of listening
I sing over you, my son, my daughter
Lay down your head while this lullaby brings you rest
I take your scribble drawings and put them all over my refrigerator

I take your righteous deeds they're like dandelion weeds but that doesn't matter to me
I take your dandelion weeds I put them on display I even put them in a vase

I take pleasure in watching you dance
And I'll dance with you also