I saw you playing with a child,
You looked so sweet to me,
It seemed as though that’s all you ought to do,
You kissed it and caressed it, and
The whole world seemed to be
A paradise for just that child and you,
You were so loving, sweetheart,
So gentle and so kind,
I couldn’t help but frame this little picture in my mind:
I can picture a babe on your knee,
While you’re singing some sweet lullaby,
And the picture that I frame, my dear,
Seems to spell the name of Mother, dear
Now the picture just seems so complete,
With the baby right there on your knee,
You’re my sweetheart, that’s true,
But when I look at you
What a wonderful mother you’d be.
I can be.
The smile you smile was only meant
To cheer the whole world through,
The arms you have are just meant to caress,
You seem to do the little things
That mothers always do,
Your mission in this life was just to bless,
I like to sit and look at you,
No matter when the time,
I like to picture you as just a sweet sweetheart of mine:
Piantadosi, Al and Goodwin, Joe, "What a Wonderful Mother You'd Be" (1915). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1703.
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