Daughter of mine, my precious girl,
Do not come any close to the sea
For the waves are forming a swirl,
Careful, it might take you from me.
Let it come and let it take me,
Let me go with the gentle wave,
There are things that I want to see,
I am not one to misbehave.
Daughter of mine, my precious girl,
Do not come any close from the rose
For its thorns are pointing in curls,
Careful, do not hurt your nose.
Let me come and let me see it,
The colours of the soft petals,
Let me touch the roses a bit,
Let me get scars, signs of mettle.
Daughter of mine, my precious girl,
Do not come any close to that knight
With the dark horse and hat with pearls,
Careful, he might carry you at night.
Let him come and let him take me
Dear Papa, I am not a child,
For my heart now aches to be free
He gave me his love as he smiled.
This was inspired by a medieval Arab-Andaluzian legend and song.
