My hands were busy throught the day,
I didnt have much time to play,
The little games you asked me too.
I didnt have much time for you.
I wash you clothes, I sew and cook
But when you bring your picture Book
And ask me, please to share your fun
I say "A little later Son"
I'd tuck you in all safe at night
Hear your prayers, turn out the light
Than tiptoe softly to the door
I'd wish I stayed a minute more
For life is short, and years rush past
A little boy grows up so fast
No longer is he at your side
His precious secrets to confide
The picture books are put away
There are no childrens games to play
No good night kiss, no prayers to hear
That all belongs to yesteryear
My hands once busy, now lie still
The days are long and hard to fill
I wish I might go back and do
The little things you asked me to
