Oh little child, so tender and sweet
Come, lift me off my feet
Build me a swing, push me high
My head through a noose, I'll swing till I die
The wind blows a chill
Now my body's so still
Are you cold?
Let me you enfold
From dust was my birth
Tuck me in, with a blanket of earth
Sleep little child
So tender and mild
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: July 7th, 2022 06:07
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 15
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