My sweet young child, I promise this
In the life to come you’ll hold your head high
You won’t be hurt or desperate
You don’t need to be sad or need to cry
You will have power and respect
There will be no toil, there will be no fear
You will be seen as all you are
You are pure and good, you are wild and dear
Your future will be wrapped in stars
You will not serve anyone, you won’t bow
You won’t have the future we have
And you will not live as we have to now
I will miss you desperately
But I will be happy that you’ve escaped
I’ve sung the song, I’ve prayed the prayer
You will be in all wild lands’ glory draped145Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgpPcgcIVAu
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