Child, Child

Child, child, lai la lay,
I’ll hold you tightly one of these days.
Child, child, lorra lai,
It will be a while, but you’ll be mine.

Child, child, lai la lay,
I’ll stroke your hair and softly say:
Child, child, lorra lai,
I’m here to love you and all is right.

Child, child, lai la lay,
You may not even be alive today.
Child, child, lorra lai,
But I’ll be waiting for you, child mine.

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