Noa Brook - When they were small Lyrics

I remember those mornings, the sun in our eyes,
When the world was wide open, and time flew by.
We'd laugh, we'd run, in fields of gold,
In those moments, I felt rich with stories untold.
Now I see them grown, standing tall,
But I still miss the days when they were small.
When their hands were tiny, reaching for mine,
Every day an adventure, every hill to climb.
The forts we built, the games we played,
In a world of wonder where we'd often stay.
Now they've grown into something so bright,
But I miss those simple, magical nights.
I'm proud of who they've come to be,
But part of me longs for those memories.
We chased the stars, camped under the moon,
In the blink of an eye, they grew up too soon.
Their laughter still echoes in my heart's core,
But the days we had, I'll have no more.
Now they walk their path, standing so tall,
Yet I miss those moments when they'd call.
When their hands were tiny, reaching for mine,
Every day an adventure, every hill to climb.
The forts we built, the games we played,
In a world of wonder where we'd often stay.
Now they've grown into something so bright,
But I miss those simple, magical nights.
I'm proud of who they've come to be,
But part of me longs for those memories.
The years went fast, but the love still grows,
In every step, in all they know.
I cherish today, but still hold dear,
Those precious times when they were near.
When their hands were tiny, reaching for mine,
Every day an adventure, every hill to climb.
The forts we built, the games we played,
In a world of wonder where we'd often stay.
Now they've grown into something so bright,
But I miss those simple, magical nights.
I'm proud of who they've come to be,
But part of me longs for those memories.
Yeah, I miss those days, when they were small,
But I'm thankful for the journey after all.
When their hands were tiny, reaching for mine,
Every day an adventure, every hill to climb.
The forts we built, the games we played,
In a world of wonder where we'd often stay.
Now they've grown into something so bright,
But I miss those simple, magical nights.
I'm proud of who they've come to be,
But part of me longs for those memories.
Yeah, I miss those days, when they were small,
But I'm thankful for the journey after all.
When their hands were tiny, reaching for mine,
Every day an adventure, every hill to climb.
The forts we built, the games we played,
In a world of wonder where we'd often stay.
Now they've grown into something so bright,
But I miss those simple, magical nights.
I'm proud of who they've come to be,
But part of me longs for those memories.