A Mother Sings To Her Son At Dusk.

Written by: Gerard Keogh Jr.

Lie down right here, my little one,
and fill your head with dreams.
Don't worry what went wrong today,
Life's never what it seems.

There's world enough and time enough
to trim the edges that are tough.
There's world enough and time enough,
There's world enough and time.

Make room inside your little head
for all the angels up above.
I'll stroke your cheek and whisper so
You'll know your mothers' love.

There's world enough and time enough
to smooth the edges that are rough.
There's world enough and time enough,
There's world enough and time.

The day will come when you go off
to seek your fortune far and wide.
Remember this when off you go:
I am always at your side.

There's world enough and time enough
to trim the edges that are tough.
There's world enough and time enough,
There's world enough and time.

Someday you'll know the softest joy
when I won't be here to see.
You'll hold the sweetest fruit on earth,
then both say a prayer for me.

There's world enough and time enough
to smooth the edges that are rough.
There's world enough and time enough,
There's world enough and time.