Asking for my true love’s tale,
I tossed coin in a wishing well,
I could not see what I had in front of me,
Until I got on a knee to pray to thee,
And I said Lord Jesus,
You hold the key,
That shows me,
On pen and paper,
Written in love for me,
Is your word?
Filled with the greatest things,
That only one love tale sing.
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