dark peoples
singing in my veins
fair peoples
singing in soft strains
o when i lift my hand and pray
i bow with blue eyes
dark hands
red hair
my prayer is life
o mother and child
in the end
o mother and child.
singing in my veins
fair peoples
singing in soft strains
o when i lift my hand and pray
i bow with blue eyes
dark hands
red hair
my prayer is life
o mother and child
in the end
o mother and child.











































