My heart is like a fountain true
that flows and flows with love to you
as chirps the lark unto the tree
so chirps my pretty babe to me
There is not a rose wherever I seek
as comely as my baby's cheek
there's not a comb of honey bee
so full of sweets as babe to me
There's not a star that shines on high
is brighter than my baby's eye
There's not a boat upon the sea
can dance as baby does to me
No silk was ever spun so fine
as is the hair of baby mine
My baby smells more sweet to me
than smells in spring the elder tree
A little fish swims in the well
So in my heart does baby dwell
A little flower blows on the tree
My baby is the flower to me
Ten thousand parks where deer do run
Ten thousand roses in the sun
Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea
my babe more precious is to me.
Rev. Gould
that flows and flows with love to you
as chirps the lark unto the tree
so chirps my pretty babe to me
There is not a rose wherever I seek
as comely as my baby's cheek
there's not a comb of honey bee
so full of sweets as babe to me
There's not a star that shines on high
is brighter than my baby's eye
There's not a boat upon the sea
can dance as baby does to me
No silk was ever spun so fine
as is the hair of baby mine
My baby smells more sweet to me
than smells in spring the elder tree
A little fish swims in the well
So in my heart does baby dwell
A little flower blows on the tree
My baby is the flower to me
Ten thousand parks where deer do run
Ten thousand roses in the sun
Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea
my babe more precious is to me.
Rev. Gould
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