I count it as a privilege, I count it cause for praise
to kiss my children goodnight at the close of every-day.
For I know too soon they're up and gone, and walking out the door
And I'll never have a child to kiss goodnight any more.
It's very strange how times have changed from the present to the past.
When did they grow so quickly the time has flown so fast.
For it seems like only yesterday I helped him with his shirt,
Or pat my baby on the back, Or kissed away a hurt.
Tell a story, read a book, wipe a nose, or tie a shoe.
They never ask me to rub their backs the way they use to do.
Once it was a bother, just a troublesome kind of chore.
But now I would give anything to do it just once more.
Mommy, bounce me on your knee
Daddy, flip me in the air.
Throw a rubber ball to me and help me comb my hair.
Mommy, tickle my tummy...
Daddy hold me high.
Let's go outside, for a while, or make a kite to fly...
I count it as a privilege
I count it cause for praise
To kiss my children goodnight at the close of every-day
For I know too soon they're up and gone
And walking out the door
And I'll never have a child to kiss Goodnight anymore!
