Orphan Song — the Mother
As a cloud, O Lord, let me float!
Over the village let me go
And into the village, like fine rain
Let me fall, far below
How my child is dressed I fain would see;
She sits in the Orphan's seat, I know;
But she's robed as a lady of high degree!
Over the village let me go
And into the village, like fine rain
Let me fall, far below
How my child is dressed I fain would see;
She sits in the Orphan's seat, I know;
But she's robed as a lady of high degree!
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