A universe, a little boy,
A bear pretending it's a toy,
A rattle ready to bring joy,
All soon, yes, soon will meet.
Some tiny clothes, an empty room,
A wind-up lamb, a tinkling tune,
A soul that will be ready soon,
Yes, yes, they all will meet.
And when they meet, what wonder!
What worlds within that grasp!
What will those eyes discover
When they can see at last?
A waiting crib, a family
With dreams enough of what will be,
A gift whose grace none can foresee,
Soon, soon they all will meet,
Yes, soon they all will meet.