Babe in the river

Babe in the river
Babe in my heart
Where ever you’ll go
We’re never apart
The cold mountain water
Makes you shiver at first
The world’s sometimes like that
When you jump in head first:
.
You were one week old
I was running around Brooklyn
Your mama was in stitches
As I attempted the cooking
I said: I’ll never be more tired
I was wrong about that
But I’ve never been happier
To put out my back.
Babe in the river
Your eyes lit in rapture
In a pool before the rapids
Before the who-knows-ever-after.

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