N-ever let heart slip away,
I-n twenty-ninth January;
Z-one of thrill and joy
E-njoys with mirth and glee.
I-t's a lovely Sunday morn,
L-ong night fades into gray;
A-llow your hands to hold,
N-ever let heart slip away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem