Take time to hear their prayer at night
And cuddle them a bit,
Tell them a story new and then,
And steal some time to sit
And listen to their childish talk,
Or take them for a walk.

We little know it now – but soon
They’re gone (the years are swift),
For life just marches on and on.
Heav’n hold no sweeter gift
Than shouting boys with tousled hair,
And toys left anywhere.

Take time to laugh and sing and play,
To Cherish and enjoy
A little girl with flaxen curls.
And that dear little boy.
They ask so little when they’re small,
Just loving care, that’s all.