Child from Thirteen Pianos by Maria Quinn

Child

Being, feeling, breathing, opening cry
Life is a gift, and a gift for the giver
Needing, holding, hearing a lullaby
Making those dreams special dreams
Precious child

Softly cup your hands around my face
I’ll feel so warm in your embrace
We’ll grow up high among the stars,
And maybe, maybe we will shine

Learning, listening, teaching, reaching out far
Keeping it real, all that we hold
Growing, knowing, watching the smile in your eyes
Setting us free, letting us be
Precious child

Softly cup my hands around your face
We’ll feel so warm in our embrace
We’ll grow up high beyond the stars
And maybe, maybe we will shine

Canta y no llores, sing and don’t cry
Look in the mirror
In the mirror, mother and child
Sharing the highs and the lows
Nobody knows

• Acoustic
• eclectic
• folk
• jazz
• piano
• singer-songwriter
• Glasgow