she's got smile that it seems to me
reminds me of childhood memories,
where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky
now and then when I see her face
she takes me away to that special place,
and if I stared too long,
i'd probably break down and cry
:woah, woah, woah, sweet child o' mine
:woah, oh, oh, oh, sweet love of mine
she's got eyes of the bluest skies,
as if they thought of rain
i hate to look into those eyes
and see anounce of pain
her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
where as a child i'd hide,
and pray for the thunder and the rain
to quietly pass me by
:wah, woah, woah, sweet child o' mine
:woah, oh, oh, oh, sweet love o' mine
:woah, oh, oh, oh, sweet child o' mine
:wah, oh, oh, oh, sweet love o' mine
:woah, oh, oh, oh, sweet child o' mine
:woah, oh, oh, oh, sweet love o' mine
Were do we go? where do we go now?
where do we go?
where do we go? where do we go?
where do we go now?
where do we go? sweet child, where do we go now?
where do we go?
where do we go? where do we go now?
where do we go?
where do we go? where do we go?
where do we go now?
no, no, no, no, no, no, no
sweet child, sweet chiiiiiiiiiiiiiiild o mine