little child, you are born
in this world to make it
make it nice, make it good
make a world of hope
you are dreaming my dream
you are singing my song
you are painting my life
with your colours of birth
with you eyes, full of tears
you are crying for love
you like hope, you like peace
you like my reason to be
you are my mountain to climb
you are my river to sail
you are my cristal of hope
you are my diamond of love
little child, you must go
without reason, without purpose
sail away, fly away
make a new world there far
no one knows the reason why
no one has to understand
no one knows that you have been
oh that nice little child
(p.s. tekst geschreven op het mooi slaapliedje
"guten abend, gut nacht" van Johannes Brahms)
nog te horen boven veel kinderwiegjes
mooi door eenvoud