The Doll
Oh how dear is the doll mother gave me, she is almost as pretty as I.
And her shoes are like two golden petals, and her dress is as blue as the sky.
And she lies with her head on my shoulder as I sing her a sweet lullaby.
And she dreams of the wonders I've told her, for she's almost as sleepy as I.
Oh she dreams of the wonders I've told her, for she's almost as sleepy as I.
There's a handsome young prince who comes riding - though of course, it is only her dream.
Through the world everywhere he is seeking for a lady to choose for his queen.
To a kingdom of love, there he'll take her, far away where the bright mountains gleam.
Oh it seems such a pity to wake her, to awaken my doll from her dream.
Oh it seems such a pity to wake her, to awaken my doll from her dream.