Dianne Reeves
Dianne Reeves
Dianne Reeves
Dianne Reeves
Dianne Reeves
Dianne Reeves
Dianne Reeves
Dianne Reeves
Dianne Reeves
Dianne Reeves
Oh, dear the eye that softly looks
Oh, dear the heart that fondly loves
Oh, but a tender babe, thou art
The graces all grow up with thee
Oh, dear the wind that pulls the trees
Oh, dear the rain that softly falls
Oh, but a tender babe, thou art
The graces all grow up with thee
Oh, sweet the night that holds your name
Oh, sweet the star that truly shines
Oh, but a tender babe, thou art
The graces all grow up with thee
Oh, dear the eye that softly looks
Oh, dear the heart that fondly loves
Oh, but a tender babe, thou art
The graces all grow up with thee