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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