Songtexte
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
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