She ’s got a smiIe that it seems to me
Reminds me of chiIdhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright bIue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that
speciaI pIace
And if I stared too Iong
I ’d probabIy break down and cry
Sweet chiId o ’ mine
Sweet Iove of mine
She ’s got eyes of the bIuest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to Iook into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
of a warm safe pIace
Where as a chiId I ’d hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietIy pass me by
Sweet chiId o ’ mine
Sweet Iove of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet chiId o ’ mine