Oh! God bless me... I am your innocent child, Oh! God bless me... I am your innocent child,

She held my hands with her gentle grace She held my hands with her gentle grace

Walk gently Walk gently

When the leaves were shed from the trees, The aroma your flowers created, And the wind set me free. When the leaves were shed from the trees, The aroma your flowers created, And th...

With golden ink to inscribe And leave it for others to decide... With golden ink to inscribe And leave it for others to decide...

The existence Of divine presence The existence Of divine presence