Monday, January 17, 2005


Baby's boat's a silver moon,
sailing in the sky;
Sailing o'er a sea of sleep,
while stars float slowly by.
Sail, baby, sail,
out upon that sea.
Only don't forget to sail
back again to me.
Baby's fishing for a dream,
fishing near and far;
His line a silver moonbeam is,
His bait's a silver star.
Sail, baby, sail,
out upon that sea.
Only don't forget to sail
back again to me.
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1 comment:

Solitary Dancer said...

Owen looks so peaceful. He is such a doll and getting so big.

The pic from your driveway could be a lovely winter postcard. Beautiful shot!