Oh, my child, talk to me holy, holy words
The youth is short, when life is brought holy, holy words
These are holy, holy words.
At a tender age, if you truly heed holy, holy words
To raise the grain of virtuous deed holy, holy words
These are holy, holy words.
Sow in the sweet tongue, charity seed holy, holy words
Trash away harsh words as weed holy, holy words
These are holy, holy words.
Pour gentle love and moral feed holy, holy words
Shine thoughtful grace for the sunny need holy, holy words
These are holy, holy words.
At the early dawn, when this mail you read holy, holy words
The blooming crops will take the lead holy, holy words
These are holy, holy words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a good poem my email is daviesj893hwbcymru.net