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Album: A Mother's Touch
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
Its 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 back the way they used 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
Mama bounce me on your knee, daddy flip me in the air
Throw a rubber ball to me or help me comb my hair
Mommy tickle my tummy, daddy hold me high
Let's go outside for a while, and 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
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