| Show I LITTLE DREAMS i I I IBy By Phyllis Coate I IA A young girls girl's eyes are arc tender things Where here fluttering with gentle wings Small dreams fly In and out She cannot keep the wee things still They ThY tremble In her eyes and thrill And hover round about Sometimes a mothers mother's eyes are tired tiled And sometimes calm and love-inspired love And always clear and deep But things dream of a young girls girl's kind In mothers mother's eyes arc are hard to find Their wee dreams seem to sleep The dearest mother that I know Explained it all to me and so Ill I'll pass along the cue She said The dreams that I I once prized Have Rave since then all been realized realized- i iMy I My little dreams were you youl Good Good Housekeeping Al j l I fJ r FI J J- J 1 1 I t 4 |