I want to do wonderful things to you
my perfect gold-haired child.
I’ll bring you down the stars themselves
if it will make you smile.
And if you want a happy home
I’ll build it where you please
with walls of strong and sturdy oak
And roof of autumn leaves.
I’ll take your hand and lead you out
o’er all there is to see;
the beauty of the whole wide world
is what you mean to me.
And if the rain should start to fall
and darkness clouds the sky,
I’ll keep you warm and hold you close;
I’ll look into your eyes
and tell you that I love you more
than you can ever know.
My darling, you are wonderful
I should have never let you go.