There are watercolour ponies on my refrigerator door   And the shape of something, I don't really recognize   Brushed with careful little fingers and put proudly on display   A reminder to us all of how time flies      Seems an endless mound of laundry and a stairway laced with toys   Gives a blow by blow reminder of the war   That we fight for their well-being for their greater understanding   To impart a holy reverence for the Lord      But baby, what will we do when it comes back to me and you   They look a little less like little boys every day   Oh, the pleasure of watchin' the children growin' is mixed with a bitter cup   Of knowin' the watercolour ponies will one day ride away      And the vision can get so narrow, as you view through your tiny world   And little victories can go by with no applause   But in the greater evaluation as they fly from your nest of love   May they mount up with wings as eagles for His cause      Still I wonder baby, what will we do when it comes back to me and you   We'll look a little less like little boys every day   Oh, the pleasure of watchin' the children growin' is mixed with a bitter cup   Of knowin' the watercolour ponies will one day, one day ride away