Do not worry, little mother
If there are tracks upon your floor
Years go by and you'll be wishing
You could see those tracks once more.
There won't be much satisfaction
Looking back along the way,
Though we kept our house all shining-
If we scolded every day.
Yes I know that little garments
Sadly torn and out of place
Make it hard for tired mother;
Hard to wear a smiling face.
They will leave their home nest shortly;
Some may fly to foreign lands-
Then your house will be in order
But you will sit with empty hands.
So let us all enjoy each minute
Of these lovely childhood days;
Just forget the dust that gathers;
And enjoy their childish ways.
Yesterday they were but babies,
Now they're with us for awhile
But tomorrow they'll be going-
Send them onward with a smile!