And so you are gone.
This is how it should be. You, all grown up and seeking new adventure; the nest too small; the world calling you.
Yet not too many years ago I was your world and you were mine.
There is one moment, clearly etched in my mind, when the small baby that was you decided it was morning, hours before it were light.
I held you, as the house slept on, and you smiled in delight to be free from your cot. That morning as I drank you in I heard this song. It’s been my song for you ever since.
My wee small boy, my all grown up son, my ‘wonder child’, I hope all your dreams come true. xxx
Wonder child by Jimmy MacCarthy.
This child he means the world to me, There is no more enchanted
A child can take this place of ruin, And magically enhance it.
I see him in a golden room, With the book of life before him
Strange instruments upon his charts, And the crystal glow inside him.
He’s your Wonder Child, And my dreams come true
You’ve searched all your life, I see him now flying over the universe.
This child will build a violin, One will follow the traveller’s love
Another will the bow apply, To reach the one above.
I see her in a golden room, With the moon and stars above her
Her simple smile is Heaven’s gate, With the Queen of all beside her.
She’s your Wonder Child, And my dreams come true
You’ve searched all your life, I see her now flying over the universe.
Your Wonder Child, And my dreams come true
You’ve searched all your life, I see them now flying over the universe.