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Baby asleep on my arm,
Would that my heart could enfold you,
Cherish you, shelter you, hold you
Ever from harm.
Born in a season of strife,
When warring with fire and with thunder
Men wantonly shatter asunder
All that was life —
Into a world full of death
You come with a gift for the living
Of quiet grey eyes and a giving
Of innocent breath.
Baby asleep on my arm,
Would that my heart could enfold you,
Cherish you, shelter you, hold you
Ever from harm.
Would that my heart could enfold you,
Cherish you, shelter you, hold you
Ever from harm.
Born in a season of strife,
When warring with fire and with thunder
Men wantonly shatter asunder
All that was life —
Into a world full of death
You come with a gift for the living
Of quiet grey eyes and a giving
Of innocent breath.
Baby asleep on my arm,
Would that my heart could enfold you,
Cherish you, shelter you, hold you
Ever from harm.
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