Freston
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That the rippling waves of your fathers hold?
No matter the color, you're sure to be
The fairest of all on earth to me!
So with eager heart at the golden gate
Of a wonderful hope, I wait, I wait.
No matter the color, you're sure to be
The fairest of all on earth to me!
So with eager heart at the golden gate
Of a wonderful hope, I wait, I wait.
Shall a son be given unto my arms,
To meet the clash of the world's alarms?
If so, 'tis well, for he yet shall be.
The honored of all, from sea to sea;
And his strength and power shall bring to his hand,
The fairest gift in his native land!—
So I dream for my man-child, early and late,
While for thee, my baby, I wait, I wait.
To meet the clash of the world's alarms?
If so, 'tis well, for he yet shall be.
The honored of all, from sea to sea;
And his strength and power shall bring to his hand,
The fairest gift in his native land!—
So I dream for my man-child, early and late,
While for thee, my baby, I wait, I wait.
Shall a daughter be given unto my heart,
To nestle within it and never depart?
Shall I find in a girl's young heart all room,
For the birds sweet song and the buds perfume?
The wonderful summer sun's warm light,
And the mystic spell of a starlit night?
Oh, the fairest gift in the hand of fate,
Is a baby girl, so for thee I wait
To nestle within it and never depart?
Shall I find in a girl's young heart all room,
For the birds sweet song and the buds perfume?
The wonderful summer sun's warm light,
And the mystic spell of a starlit night?
Oh, the fairest gift in the hand of fate,
Is a baby girl, so for thee I wait
To set thee above and beyond and apart
From all the world in the mother-heart,
For thee to garner the golden grain,
From all the world in the mother-heart,
For thee to garner the golden grain,
