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I came upon you
In bright and shining sun
Oh tell it does come over me
Your secret is undone
And soon I saw you sleeping
And softly in my bed
I gazed my eyes around you
So softly in my bed

Then I hold out my hand
And I pray for the very young

The cradle is disgusting
It's brittle and it's old
I threw it down the mountainside
Our child you must hold
I must care for the both of you
And keep you from the cold
And keep you from eternity
For you cannot be sold
Then I hold out my hand
And I pray for the very young