What have I done all these years
Without you actually
When days were still days long
How did I just get them around?
Without repairing toys,
Without the fear that wears on nerves
Without crawling with you on all fours
Through the house as your horse?

Not a quiet minute
Has been in it for me since then
And that goes on, as I suspect
Until I'm a hundred years old!

You make yourself today in my life
So wide that I forgot
What was there actually
Back when you didn't exist yet?

Back then I believed I knew everything
Until you took the certainty from me
I never believed I was missing anything
Until the day you came!

Not a quiet minute
Has been in it for me since then
And that goes on, as I suspect
Until I'm a hundred years old!

The house only started to live
Since your yelling permeates it
Since doors slam, and corridors tremble
And someone inside sings "Lantern"
Before, I, old fool,
Moved furniture, rearranged, turned
A house only becomes a home
When a cradle stands in it!

Not a quiet minute
Has been in it for me since then
And that goes on, as I suspect
Until I'm a hundred years old!

I have measured depths and heights
Fears and happiness were generously bestowed
That was a quiet prelude to what
I will experience with you!
Because you come and give all things
A whole new dimension
And what the years now bring us
I measure by you, little person!

Not a quiet minute
Has been in it for me since then
And that goes on, as I suspect
Until I'm a hundred years old!

Not a quiet minute
Has been in it for me since then
And that goes on, as I suspect
Until I'm a hundred years old!

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