Grandmother's Lullaby

Sung to the tune of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Stars.

Precious, precious Pumpkin Pie,

you're the apple of my eye.

You bring blessings many ways,

thank you God, for that I praise.

Even when a naughty child,

when you're freaky, weird and wild.

Precious, precious Pumpkin Pie,

you're the apple of my eye.

Out into the world so wide,

you will go, I'll watch with pride,

each new day adventure dawns,

God remembers not our wrongs.

When you grow too big to hold,

and you have to leave the fold.

Only keep your eyes on Him,

don't be drawn by every whim,

when each day has come and gone,

give your soul to Him til' dawn.

Father, Father up on high,

keep them in Your searching eye,

may Your mighty, saving Love,

land upon them like a dove,

grip their lives in heart and soul,

let them know You're in control.

Gently, gently fall asleep,

now it's time for counting sheep.

There will be another day,

God will keep you in the way.

Gently, gently fall asleep,

now it's time for counting sheep.