She is the thing I love most
She is the thing I love most-
there’s magic in holding her hand.
I must show to her the world,
Must make her understand
That beauty can be found in puddles
Under dark clouds and rainy days
In deep oceans and shallow rivers
In the smile on a foreigners face.
From mountain tops to tree tops
A-climbing we will go
In bare feet and in rain boots
A-jumping we will go
Splashing, laughing, holding her hand.
She is what I love most.
There is magic in holding her tiny hand.
She is the thing I love most.