I held you close and spun you ‘round
listening to your breathing sound.
So big in my arms, but once so small
I dance you to sleep in my arms.

When you’re grown and she’s your one.
You’ll dance like you’re on fire;
fuel it, prod it, make it grow
don’t let the world it tire.

And then you two will welcome one;
a small bundle into your arms.
The world will grow so big it’s small
and you’ll dance them to sleep in your arms.

When I’m old and my time’s outgrown
And I’m too tired to lift my arms,
then Son — won’t you walk me home?
One long last sleep in your arms.