Oh, Hibernian Honey Child
How my hand yearns to brush your cheek
To feel the warmth of your hair, to rest on your shoulder
An itinerary of joy, how I would delight in my travels
To arrive in your arms as my frail heart unravels
Oh, Little Face
How your wry little smile delights my senses
The sweep of your gait, your delicate aroma
Your impertinent laughter; it's nectar to me
Like a clear crystal fountain 'neath sacred oak tree
Oh, Emerald Daughter
Lustrous princess of the realm of Beauty
Silkier than a mouthful of fresh cream
How thrilling it would be to pull off both your socks
Little Feet, oh Little Feet, human music box
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC
Oh, Hibernian Honey Child
How my hand yearns to brush your cheek
To feel the warmth of your hair, to rest on your shoulder
An itinerary of joy, how I would delight in my travels
To arrive in your arms as my frail heart unravels
Oh, Little Face
How your wry little smile delights my senses
The sweep of your gait, your delicate aroma
Your impertinent laughter; it's nectar to me
Like a clear crystal fountain 'neath sacred oak tree
Oh, Emerald Daughter
Lustrous princess of the realm of Beauty
Silkier than a mouthful of fresh cream
How thrilling it would be to pull off both your socks
Little Feet, oh Little Feet, human music box
