Tends to fill up my soul

A little hand reaching out to grasp whatever it can

Finds my face and a smile

Tends to fill up my soul

A little eye struggling against sleep to open wide
Finds both of mine

Tends to fill up my soul

A little voice grunting and singing in pathetic and beautiful tones
Finds my ears and my heart

Tends to fill up my soul
Tends to fill up my soul
Tends to fill up my soul