Sleepless

You call for me at midnight

You call for me at four.

Sometimes with a gurgle

More often with a roar.

The night is big and lonely

And you are oh so small.

You'd like to see your mummy

And so, my love, you call.

It's late and I am sleepy

An so, my babe, I grumble.

And as I pick you up again

You hear my tired mumble.

But nonetheless I hold you

Rock you back to sleep.

I promised I'd be there for you

A promise that I'll keep.

Then maybe later down the road

(In eighteen years or more!)

You'll call me once again, my dear

At two, or three, or four.

And once again I'll grumble

I'll moan that it is late.

But I'll always come and find you

I'll never make you wait.

And there might come a day

When you are a parent too.

And in the middle of the night

Your child will call for you.

And then you'll understand

The precious love so deep.

You wouldn't trade it in

For a thousand nights of sleep.

Yet sometimes you'll be tired

You'll think you had enough.

Then you can call on me

I know sleepless nights are tough.

Whether you're a baby

Or when you're fully grown.

You can always call on me, my love

You'll never be alone.

And though there will come a day

When we will be apart.

You still can always call on me

I'll be right there in your heart.