My baby moves me and loves me so.
My baby moves me each time
She takes my hand she moves my soul
My baby moves me for
Each time she speaks to me,
It is softer and gentler and kinder you see.
My baby moves me, you see
She has a way of reaching inside
And touch my soul.
She wouldn't ever hurt it or move
To far out of place, she loves me too much you know.
My baby moves me in ways, I'll never understand.
By her understanding of situations to calm me,
When I am excited or things are all most out of hand.
She knows how to touch me or just what to say
A she comforts me dearly and strokes my face.
She moves me to write poems of love and tenderness.
She doesn't mind if I share them with others
and she shows them her love.
