Hold my hand, hold my hand,
Called her father to his baby,
“Here is the narrow bridge to cross,
Slip and fall you may, my lass!”
No dad, no dad, hold my hand,
Sure, you will not let me skid,
Safer I do feel in your fold,
Than you in my tiny hand.
Hold the weaker and meeker,
Their bond of trust is stronger,
Than the strength of your grip,
So is the essence of relationship
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
Hold my hand, hold my hand,
Called her father to his baby,
“Here is the narrow bridge to cross,
Slip and fall you may, my lass!”
No dad, no dad, hold my hand,
Sure, you will not let me skid,
Safer I do feel in your fold,
Than you in my tiny hand.
Hold the weaker and meeker,
Their bond of trust is stronger,
Than the strength of your grip,
So is the essence of relationship