Seth Lakeman - Innocent Child Lyrics
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Innocent Child
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What Are The Lyrics For Innocent Child By Seth Lakeman?
Drop of eternities, mighty sea
A blossom on lifes immortal tree Floating, flowering evermore The shimmering light of the golden shore Well, innocent child what shall you be Keep nothing hidden, nothing from me Here a sparkling crystal streams Hard is the truth, then arise the dreams Ashamed to live, afraid to die No home nor friend in a hollow sky Mercy Father when it all goes wild Keep from harm my innocent, innocent, innocent, innocent child My innocent child (child) Roaming eyes and prattling tongue Sound moves swift with a heart that's young Like a liquid strain of a mocking bird At the stairs to the home your voice is heard Ashamed to live, afraid to die No home nor friend in a hollow sky Mercy Father when it all goes wild Keep from harm my innocent, innocent, innocent, innocent child My innocent child (child), innocent child (child), my innocent child (child), innocent child (child) Well, deep in the garden you were found With flowers curling, bowing down As I gaze upon your sinless bloom Your radiant face dispels my gloom Ashamed to live, afraid to die No home nor friend in a hollow sky Mercy Father when it all goes wild Keep from harm my innocent, innocent, innocent, innocent child My innocent child (child), my innocent child (child), my innocent child (child), my innocent child (child) My innocent child (child), my innocent child (child), my innocent child (child), my innocent child (child) |
Who Wrote Innocent Child By Seth Lakeman?
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