My sweet girl,
I found you in the brook side,
You were like the fairest flower growing from the mud.
I would pluck you from the mire
clean your wounds,
show you how to be alive again.
Love will forever keep you safe.
My sweet girl,
I found you in the brook side,
You were like the fairest flower growing from the mud.
I would pluck you from the mire
clean your wounds,
show you how to be alive again.
Love will forever keep you safe.