I look at you, cheerful and joyous;
Your presence, your laughter, your voice.
You're too precious to even take a risk;
To me, you're the most valuable, a brisk.
You, the one who protects me from each storm;
In each cold dismay, your hand as an anchor warm.
I'm too young to swear an oath, to protect you, they say;
......
I look at you, cheerful and joyous;
Your presence, your laughter, your voice.
You're too precious to even take a risk;
To me, you're the most valuable, a brisk.
You, the one who protects me from each storm;
In each cold dismay, your hand as an anchor warm.
I'm too young to swear an oath, to protect you, they say;
......