Tuck

Mama, I pray I'm not asking too much

For you to come tuck me in

To do it like you used to

Oh, Mama, say you can do it

I miss your kind touch

Mama,

Do angels remember when,

They used to tuck their kids in?

I hope there are beds in heaven

So someday

You can tuck me in again

Mama, I used every finger

To count sheep

But that's still not enough

To bring me sleep

I sure loved it,

And I remember back when

You used to tuck me in

Mama,

Soon, I'll be seven,

Are there birthdays in heaven?

I promise I'll never be too old

For you to tuck me in

Please ask God if it's okay

For you to hold me tight

I don't think it would be a big sin

If just once more you

Could come back and tuck me in

Mama,

Do angels remember when

They used to tuck their kids in?

I hope there are beds in heaven

So someday

You can tuck me in again

Mama, I pray I'm not asking too much

For you to come tuck me in

To do it like you used to

Oh, Mama, say you can do it

I miss your kind touch

So tell me with a smile

I'm not asking too much

For you...

For you...

For you to tuck me in

Mama, I love you

Please tell Papa to start listening

As I have a prayer for him too

Amen.

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