We'll never know the color of your hair,
You'll never know how much we care.


We'll never know the color of your eyes,
You'll never have to say any good-byes.


We'll never hear the sound of your voice,
You'll never have to make a choice.


We'll never hear the sound of your laughter,
You'll never know about life hereafter.


We'll never hear any kind of words,
You'll never see the flying birds.


We'll never get to see you grow,
You'll never hear the words yes or no.


We'll never see how smart you are,
You'll never get to ride in a car.


We'll never take you to Grandma's house,
You'll never creep around like a mouse.


We'll never forget about our little baby son,
You'll never know that you are number one.


But we'll always know you are up above,
And we hope you'll always feel our love.



Written by Sandi Jones (c)
used with special permission.

Midi playing "On A Distant Shore"
courtesy of Bruce De Boer