Lady Izayoi sat in a courtyard, arms stretched out to comfort her little Hanyou.
Baby mine, don't you cryShe wiped his eyes and spoke little words.
Baby mine, dry your eyesShe gathered his tiny form to her chest and held him, crying for him.
Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine.
She pulled away and picked up the ball, slowly bouncing it. His eyes lit up with happiness.
Little one, when you play, don't you care what they say.
Let those eyes sparkle and shine, never a tear, baby of mine.
If they knew sweet little you,
Inuyasha chased the ball, laughing and shrieking with glee.
They'd end up loving you too.
All those same people who scold you,
What they'd give just for the right to hold you.
Tiny Inuyasha ran back to his mother, ball in hand, and smiled up at her.
From your head down to your toes Your not much goodness knows.
Lady izayoi picked up her sleeping baby, tired from playing.
"But your so precious to me sweet as can be, baby of mine"
She put him to bed, heart full of love.
"But your so precious to me, sweet as can be, baby of mine."
