Running Away
Where are you going, my little man?
Running away just as fast as you can—
Babies are little, and babies will fall
If babies run fast, when babies are small.
Oh, the world is stormy and rough,
You’ll find it out, dear, soon enough,
Tender, wee feet will be hurt on the road,
Dear little heart will ache under its load.
Stay at home, darling, the world is so cold,
’Twill frown on you, baby, because it is old,
Warm is the home nest, my brave little man,
Let mother’s arms keep you, dear heart, while they can.