Small Bump sing and play along

You're just a small

bump unborn in four months you're brought to life.

You might be left with my hair,

but you'll have your mother's eyes.

I'll hold your body in my hands,

be as gentle as I can,

but for now you're a scan of my unmade plans.

Just a small bump,

in four months you're brought to life.

And I'll whisper quietly

and give you nothing but truth.

If you're not inside me,

I'll put my future in you.

You are my one

and only and you can wrap your fingers 'round my thumb

and hold me

tight.

You are my one

and only.

You can wrap your fingers 'round my thumb

and hold me

tight and you'll be alright.

'Cause you were just a small bump,

unborn for four months, then torn from life.

Maybe you were needed up there but we're still unaware as why.