I
I waited for you to grow
Year after year,
You never wanted to let me go,
I’m your old Teddy bear.
I watched you making
The first steps into life!
When you were waking
In the morning I felt a knife
In my little wool hard if you were crying!
Now you are eighteen years
Old and I felt like really dying,
True have become my deepest fears
When your mother said one day
That she must clean the room,
I was just like nothing to her. You must say
If it’s maybe to soon
For me to go
On the street, in the coldness in the blowing wind.
I don’t want you to grow
If my fate will be that you’ll put me behind,
You, if you’ll forget all those years
In which you loved me
And cried with big tears
To have me, to be
Next to me
All the time
Can’t you see
That you’ll always be mine?