The Feeling That We Have

Put your arms around me child
Like when you bumped your shin
Then you'll know I love you now
As I loved you then

Though you maybe trying sometimes
And I'll need you
And you're not there
You know I may get mad
And turn away
But you know that I still care

But you cannot ask for more
Than can come from me
I am older than you are
And one day you'll see

If I lose my patience with you
And I suddenly start to scream
It's only because I just want you to be
Everything that I see in my dreams

And I'd like to know it's there
The feeling that we have
When you know that you can come
Running to me
Whenever times are bad

Don't lose the feeling that we have
Don't lose the feeling that we have

Though you are growing older now
And I'm watching you grow
I know I make you sad sometimes
And I see your feeling show

But one day I'll look around
And you will be grown
You'll be out in the world
Such a pretty girl
You'll be on your own

And I'd like to know it's there
The feeling that we have
Knowing that you can come to me
Whenever you are sad

And I'd like to know it's there
The feeling that we have
Don't lose the feeling that we have
Don't lose the feeling that we have
Don't lose the feeling that we have

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