Joy

I never knew the joy of getting home, I never knew how fast a heart could beat; I never tasted joy, Till the day my little boy Came running up to meet me on the street. I never knew the pleasure of a smile, I never knew the music of a voice Till I heard my baby greet me, On this day he ran to meet me In a way that made my weary heart rejoice. I never knew a welcome half so true, Till I heard his 'hello daddy!' down the street; And though weary as could be, When he scampered up to me, There was comfort in the patter of his feet. I never knew the charm of laughing eyes, I never knew how happy I could be; I never knew the cheer That makes worry disappear, Till the day my baby first ran up to me.