Finally, the father promises to support his son till his last breath. Finally, the father promises to support his son till his last breath.

No calm mind All over the world No calm mind All over the world

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though. Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though.

This poem is about tiny tender hands This poem is about tiny tender hands

A gifted heart, a gifted soul, A gift we get to share... A gifted heart, a gifted soul, A gift we get to share...

People are naturally gifted, People are naturally gifted,