Little Girl With The Curls

Little girl with the curls, and the passionless eyes, With your heart that is pure as the cool springs that rise In the green of the hills, and with cheeks that are fair And unsoiled of the world as the snowflake in air, With your dreams that are sweet and that always come true, Little girl with the curls, here’s a blessing for you.

Little girl with the curls and with grace that is sweet From the toss of your head to your fast-flying feet, With the light in your eyes that is brimming with truth And the straightforward gaze that’s the glory of youth, With your smiles that are glad and your days that are fair, Here’s a blessing as rich as the gold of your hair.

Little girl with the curls and the kisses as light As the butterfly’s kiss of the flower in its flight, With your heart all atune to the beauties you see, With the song of your days sweet as music can be, With your peace like the pardon of heaven unfurls, Here’s a blessing for you, little girl with the curls.

And Oh, be the days of thy trial as far From the deeps of the sea as the snowy peaks are! And Oh, be thy heart in its singing atune, Thy skies be but blue with the splendors of June. So bless thee and keep thee and spare thee--with pearls Be thy days strung through life, little girl with the curls.