Clouds - Expecting lyrics

Put my arms around her waist My hands can hardly touch We'll be needing much more space I feel his tiny feet now I'm terrified of making A single mistake But I'm overcome with joy This boy's from the love we make I've been working overtime At practising my part Though I'm slightly past my prime I don't feel old and grey now I'm holding back any doubts I have in my mind 'Cause I'm overcome with joy This boy's from the love we make I can hardly wait