Despite my protestations that I'm too old (52 this weekend) and I can't imagine being married again, life may yet bless me with a child. This song speaks my wishes and my promise.

Hey you, you're a child in my head
You haven't walked yet
Your first words have yet to be said

But I swear you'll be blessed

I know you're still just a dream
your eyes might be green
Or the bluest that I've ever seen
Anyway you'll be blessed

And you, you'll be blessed
You'll have the best
I promise you that
I'll pick a star from the sky

Pull your name from a hat
I promise you that, promise you that, promise you that
You'll be blessed

I need you before I'm too old
To have and to hold
To walk with you and watch you grow
And know that you're blessed