I watch you sleeping
My weary heart rises up on wings
I hear your laughter
Something deep down inside me sings
Way down here in the land of cotton
You were born on a rainy day
Since then sweet things long forgotten
They just keep flooding back my way
Oh, child
I cannot tell you
How the time just flies
I have had my days of glory under sunny skies
But these days
Your bright dreams are all I want to see
Sleep tight, baby child, you can always count on me
In this cold world folks will judge you
Though they don't know you at all
And I may not be there to catch you
Anytime that you might fall
But you got my hard head and your mother's grace
All the likeness of the loved ones
Right there in your face
I know that in the end you'll be who you will be
Sleep tight, baby child, you can always count on me
--Don Henley
Posted by mike at August 16, 2003 08:38 PM