Herich Hee
You are like a flower,
So sweet and lovely and pure;
I look at you, and sadness
Steals to y heart.
I feel as though I ought
To y y hands on your head,
Prayg that God ay keep you
So pure and lovely and sweet.
Herich Hee
You are like a flower,
So sweet and lovely and pure;
I look at you, and sadness
Steals to y heart.
I feel as though I ought
To y y hands on your head,
Prayg that God ay keep you
So pure and lovely and sweet.