When the day passes by
And on our pillows gentle heads lie
And on blankets our tempted bodies rest
We dream as the baby drinks from her mothers breast

So innocent her mind is at ease
No more crying the baby's soon to sleep
As the mother sings like an angel quietly
As boys rome the streets violently

The sounds of cars on the road
Soothes the minds of the campers
And to wake up to see a mothers face
No mothers child could be happier

While young kids play
And sing joyous songs
You think in your mind
What goes wrong

When all that I need is right here
 
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