You, your mom and me, a little family Written in the stars, always meant to be These are precious days, truly precious days Each one's flying by in the blink of an eye I thought I knew I didn't know Please grow up Nice and slow Like a birch tree in the snow Nice and slow Gazing at the sky, watching clouds fly by We dream the days away, you, your mom and I These are precious days, truly precious days Who knows what could unfold, what the future will hold What I knew I didn't know Please grow up Nice and slow Like a birch tree in the snow Nice and slow Like a birch tree in the snow I thought I knew I didn't know Please grow up Nice and slow Like a birch tree in the snow Nice and slow Like a birch tree in the snow
