When you have a child
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You learn it's a serious business
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To have a little fun
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You give grace and get forgiveness
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Not seven times seven
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But seven times seventy one
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And when you have a child
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Those four walls you call a house
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Take on a life of it's own
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When you bring 'em home
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You will cry and you will laugh
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When they hurt it cuts you in half
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It's your flesh and bone
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And year after year
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Pictures fill page after page
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They never really grow up
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Still your baby at any age
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The first time you hold 'em
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It's like you see God's smile
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What a smile
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When you have a child
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And then boy meets girl
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And perfume and gasoline
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Reign on your perfect world
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Curfews are often broken
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Thank yous aren't spoken
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He's got the keys to that old Dodge
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And she's wearing a corsage
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And her mama's pearls
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And year after year
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Pictures fill page after page
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They never really grow up
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Still your baby at any age
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And the first time you hold 'em
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It's like you feel God's smile
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What a smile
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When you have a child
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You pray that phone call never comes
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And if God forbid
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How would you live
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How could you go on
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And on and on and on
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And year after year
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Close the chapter and turn the page
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Blue ribbons and losing seasons
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Flipping tassles on the stage
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Oh but you don't need a photograph
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You've got at least a million
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Pictures of that smile
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When you close your eyes
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When you love a child
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Ohh when you love a child
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When You Have A Child
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| Reba Mcentire |
