Six pounds and seven ounces
And how you've, how you've grown my little bird
I'm regretting letting you fly
I'm regretting letting you fly
I'm regretting letting you fly
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard
We don't say a word
It's lullabies fill our eyes with tears
Now your hands, your tiny pink hands
And how you've grown my little bird
There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard
A ball of bones and flesh and tears were you
Grew larger than my hands ever grew
I'm regretting letting you fly
The radio waxes romantic
We don't say a word