| Let the sun gather round my shoulders
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| And I will forget my loss
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| For I had a child
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| Whose skin was soft as summer
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| As I laid her down for sleep
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| But she says,
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| «Father don’t leave me
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| My dreams have turned to black»
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| Listen here, my only daughter, closely
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| And you can sleep in peace
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| For I have strong hands
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| And a cautious eye for danger
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| So you can sleep in peace
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| But she says,
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| «Father don’t leave me
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| My skin has turned to white»
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| Listen here, my only daughter, closely,
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| And you can sleep in peace
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| For my house is warm
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| From the winds that blow so coldly
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| So you can sleep in peace
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| But she says,
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| «Father stay closely
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| My heart, it’s cold like stone»
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| My daughter sleeps
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| But she will not be dreaming
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| Her breathing grows so weak
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| My heart tears the skin
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| A bird has lost its feathers
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| My hands, they grow so weak
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| The moon rises over my farmlands
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| but I can’t look fondly on
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| Let the earth gather round my daughter
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| And I will forget my loss
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| For I had a child
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| Whose skin was soft as summer
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| As I laid her down for sleep |