In the peace of the night
Snuggled in our G-I-A-N-T bed,
The fan lulls us down...
And baby dreams fill our head.
Warm and cozy at Momma's side,
Terrors don't bother us.
Here is where we know we're safe
To stretch and sprawl and readjust.
We dream of things that make us smile
Slumbering close together -
Books and blocks and momma's milk,
Dogs, cats, and birds o' feather.
But the sweetest, most special thing
Mom could never live without,
Is what these baby dreams'll bring
As she peeks to check us out.
It fills her soul and warms her heart
In her family bed (her work of art)
It's tender laughter, singing in the night,
From a baby whose world is right.
♪ ♫ ♩ ♬ ♪ ♫ ♩ ♬ ♪ ♫ ♩ ♬ ♪ ♫ ♩ ♬ ♪ ♫ ♩ ♬
~ Danelle Frisbie