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TO THE UNBORN CHILD
If I had a wish,
A wish that could come true,
I’d shed a little tear,
And wish you here with me.
I’d kiss your tiny fingers,
I’d stroke your little cheek,
I’d rock you gently in my arms,
‘til you were fast asleep.
But I don’t have that single wish,
That wish, that could come true,
So I will have to shed tear
As you're not here with me.
I can’t kiss your tiny fingers,
I can’t stroke your little cheek,
I can’t rock you gently in my arms,
‘til you are fast asleep.
So I will have to wait,
Until we meet in heaven,
Then no more tears or sorrow
As my wish will have come true
Then I’ll kiss your tiny fingers,
Then I’ll stroke your little cheek,
Then I’ll rock you gently in my arms,
‘til you are fast asleep.
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