Das ist doch was schönes:
She's got a smile that it seems to me, Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face, She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long, I'd probably break down and cry
Sweet child o' mine, Sweet love of mine
She's got eyes of the bluest skies, As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes, And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place, Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder And the rain, To quietly pass me by
Sweet child o' mine, Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine