A Visit With Nana
by Priscilla Davis
by Priscilla Davis
He runs up to my kitchen door
He’s come to visit with me
He throws his arms around my neck
And kisses me on the cheek
He’s such a little man now
With so much to do and say
And oh, can you believe it
He’s 18 months old today!
Oh how he loves my cornbread muffins
When I take them out of the pan
He’ll jump in his chair, clap his hands
And eat them as fast as he can
He loves to jump upon my lap
And have a story told
We laugh and tell the same old ones
To us they will never grow old
How cute you are when searching
For a place to play hide and seek
And everything’s hidden behind the curtain
Except your little feet
He loves to dance with music
How excited he will be
When his favorite song comes on the radio
Me and bobby Magee
Then we watch a little TV
He likes game shows best of all
He claps his hands and cheers them on
If they loose he says oh-oh
We rock by the fire
And the chair begins to creek
Then he gives a little yawn
And slowly drifts off to sleep.
I sing a lullaby
About the little boy asleep in the hay
And I remember not so long ago
When I rocked his mother this way.
Your everything I prayed for
Your all my dreams come true
When I look into your smiling face
I see my little girl in you.
He’s come to visit with me
He throws his arms around my neck
And kisses me on the cheek
He’s such a little man now
With so much to do and say
And oh, can you believe it
He’s 18 months old today!
Oh how he loves my cornbread muffins
When I take them out of the pan
He’ll jump in his chair, clap his hands
And eat them as fast as he can
He loves to jump upon my lap
And have a story told
We laugh and tell the same old ones
To us they will never grow old
How cute you are when searching
For a place to play hide and seek
And everything’s hidden behind the curtain
Except your little feet
He loves to dance with music
How excited he will be
When his favorite song comes on the radio
Me and bobby Magee
Then we watch a little TV
He likes game shows best of all
He claps his hands and cheers them on
If they loose he says oh-oh
We rock by the fire
And the chair begins to creek
Then he gives a little yawn
And slowly drifts off to sleep.
I sing a lullaby
About the little boy asleep in the hay
And I remember not so long ago
When I rocked his mother this way.
Your everything I prayed for
Your all my dreams come true
When I look into your smiling face
I see my little girl in you.
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