My babe more precious is to me

 

My heart is like a fountain true,

That flows and flows with love to you.

As chirps the lark unto the tree

So chirps my pretty babe to me.

 

 

 

There’s not a rose where’er I seek,

As comely as my baby’s cheek.

There’s not a star that shines on high

Is brighter than my baby’s eye.

 

There’s not a boat upon the sea,

Can dance as baby does to me.

No silk was ever spun so fine,

As is the hair of baby mine.

 

My baby smells more sweet to me,

Than smells in spring the elder tree.

A little fish swims in the well,

So in my heart does baby dwell.

A little flower blows on the tree,

My baby is the flower to me.

 

The Queen has scepter, crown and ball,

You are my scepter, crown and all.

For all her robes of royal silk,

More fair your skin, as white as milk.

 

Ten thousand parks where deer do run,

Ten thousand roses in the sun,

 

Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea,

My babe more precious is to me.

My babe more precious is to me.

We love you Grayson!

(Photos taken at 2 weeks of age)