Do not worry, little mother

If there are tracks upon your floor.

Years will soon go by, and you’ll be wishing 

You could see those tracks once more.

There wont be much satisfaction

Looking back along the way

Though we kept our house all shining

If we scolded every day.

Yes, I know that little garments,

Sadly torn and out of place

Make it hard for tired mother,

Hard to wear a smiling face

They will leave their home nest shortly,

Some may fly to foreign lands

Then your house will be in order

But you will sit with empty hands.

So let us all enjoy each minute

of those lovely childhood days,

Just forget the dust that gathers,

Just enjoy their childish ways.

Yesterday there were but babies,

Now they’re with us for a while

But tomorrow they’ll be going

Send them onward with a smile.