My little, Baltic beauty Perfectly innocent Those who appreciate so few I could sing a long lament The critics may all be well-meant But they’ve never gazed in eyes so blue Or seen that you are heaven sent As I do, as I do My blooming, idyllic cornflower Alone in a pasture Magnificent petals, purple-blue Happily ever after Proud stem rising towards heaven’s rafters Tall and true They don’t see all that you’ve mastered But I do, but I do My cheerful, chirping swallow Landing on a stone of lime Do you know how much I love you? Perhaps you will with time They don’t hear meaning in your rhyme Or know you as I do A happier fellow you will never find It’s true, it’s true My speedy, restive herring Swimming furiously upstream So much passion exerts from you Yet you struggle to break free My only guide through times of grief Along rocky banks that shift and move If they could only peer through clouded seas Like I do, like I do My beloved, Baltic beauty The love of my life Oh, how I admire you I’m awestruck in your sight Don’t despair, don’t fight Your talents will see you through One Irishman loves you tonight I do, I do
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