The times they are a-changin’.
This post seems to be older than 18 years—a long time on the internet. It might be outdated.
I’m not sure why I was thinking of it, but my mother used to sing this to me at night when I was little. Anyways, I couldn’t remember all the words, so I Googled it. Here’s what she used to sing to me:
Wind in the willows, son of the sea.
Can’t help but wonder, who will you be?
Will you be a poet, a singer of songs?
Sleep tight my angel, I love you my own.
You’re someone becoming, somebody new.
My eyes delight in the changes in you.
You’re someone becoming, and someday we’ll see
the wonderful someone you’re growing to be.
‘Nite Mom.
0