My Gentle Child Lyrics by Teresa del Riego
My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
No lark could pipe in skies so dull and gray;
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My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
No lark could pipe in skies so dull and gray;
All things come home at eventide
Like birds weary of their roaming
Bright bird, light bird
Bird with the purple wing