Flying Butterfly Mother's Day Card

O mother-my-love, if you’ll deliver me your hand,
And go in which I ask you to wander,
I will lead you away to a stunning land,-
The Dreamland that’s ready out yonder.
We’ll walk in a candy postie-garden out there,
Where moonlight and starlight are streaming,
And the plant life and the birds are filling the air
With the perfume and song of dreams.

There’ll be no little tired-out boy to undress,
No questions or cares to perplex you,
There’ll be no little bruises or bumps to caress,
Nor patching of stockings to vex you;
For I’ll rock you away on a silver-dew circulate
And sing you asleep whilst you’re weary,
And nobody shall recognize our beautiful dream
But you and your personal little dearie.

And once I am worn-out I’ll nestle my head
In the bosom that’s soothed me so often,
And the wide-conscious stars shall sing, in my stead,
A tune which our dreaming shall soften.
So, Mother-my-Love, allow me to take your pricey hand,
And away through the starlight, we’ll wonder,-
Away through the mist to the lovely land,-
The Dreamland that’s ready out yonder

Through my eyes I see
A sanctum,
Where there are leaves to steer the manner;
There the grass desires in no way slicing
And remains groomed every day.

Through my eyes I see
A sanctum
That no person can eliminate.
And through my eyes, I see an area
Where all of the youngsters can play.

Through my eyes I see
A sanctum
Where all of the days are years;
The mommies there'll in no way age,
Nor will they cry a tear.

I think I'll call this Mom's Land,
For past its flowered wall,
The splendor matches only a mother's

And this is the maximum beautiful of all.
Flying Butterfly Mother's Day Card

 
Flying Butterfly Mother's Day Card

 
Flying Butterfly Mother's Day Card