Churchill: Baby Mine - Hayley Westenra

Baby mine don’t you cry

Baby mine dry your eyes

Rest your head close to my heart

Never to part baby of mine

Little one when you play

Don’t you mind what they say

Let those eyes sparkle and shine

Never a tear baby of mine

If they knew sweet little you

They’d end up loving you too

All those same people who scold you

What they’d give just for the right to hold you

From your head to your toes

You’re not much goodness knows

But you’re so precious to me

Cute as can be baby of mine

Baby of mine

All those same people who scold you

What they’d give just for the right to hold you

From your head to your toes

You’re not much goodness knows

But you’re so precious to me

Cute as can be baby of mine

Yeah, baby of mine