Where did you get those eyes so blue?
They're from the sky that you passed through.
And what about that little tear? Did you find that it was waiting for you here?
And what about your little nose? He knew you'd need it for the rose.
And as for that soft, curly ear. He knew there would be songs for you to hear.
How can it be that you are you? He thought you up and so you grew.
Because you're mine, it must be true...
That he was also thinking of me too.
For all you are and all you'll be...
For everything you mean to me...
Though I don't understand,
I know you're from the Father's hand.