She's got a smile that it seems to me reminds me of childhood memories where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky... Now and then when I see her face she takes me away to that special place... and if I stared too long I'd probably break down and cry... Sweet child o' mine... Sweet love of mine... She's got eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of rain. I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain... Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place where as a child I'd hide... And pray for the thunder. and the rain to quietly pass me by... Sweet child o' mine... Sweet love of mine... Where do we go? Where do we go now? Where do we go? Sweet child o' mine...