Maybe
I'd rock you in the crook of my arm until you fell asleep
And read to you a fairy tale about lambs and goats and sheep
And when you stepped off into dream I'd place you on a bed
Of eiderdown, and cover you and kiss you on the head
A kiss so tender you wouldn't know I'd even placed it there
And when you woke perfume from orchids would fill the bedroom air
Then I would sit down at your feet, guitar and scores in hand
And play for you sweet melodies until you slept again
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