You’re sleepin on your tummy
I’m watchin over you
Your mom went to the grocery
To get some food
I’ll look at the paper
Guess that’s what I’ll do
Watchin over you

Tomorrow you’ll be 8 weeks old
Still so new
Hard to remember a time before you
All the stuff they say, I guess it’s true
Watchin over you

I don’t really have to do very much
Watchin over you
You seem to be breathing fine
The way you do

You’re sleepin on your tummy
I’m watchin over you
Your little shirt is white,
Your trousers are blue
Nice to be here on a Saturday afternoon
Watchin over you

Whistle

(lyrics: Dan Bern)