My Granddaughter1 min 237 1 min 237
My little granddaughter asked me today,
"Hey, Granny!" What most do you fear?
I replied to her, teary-eyed,
"That someday you will leave me, you won't be near."
She showered me with kisses
And engulfed me in her arms.
"Oh, Granny! Please don't cry
Tomorrow we'll go to see your farms."
Ah! My heart! I wish I could tell you
That I am not your granny, you are not my granddaughter.
I am the woman who stole you and fled
From the pond where your father left you to die in water.
You were a girl and your father didn't like that
So he tried to kill you in the darkness of the night.
I was the peasant who saw you while returning home
So I picked you up and brought you along; I deemed it right.
It's been eight years since then
And you have grown up to be perfectly fine.
One day you will become a bride and leave me.
But until then, I want you to only be mine.