'i want to hold your hand
i want to go round and round
the patch of flowers in the sun
make me giddy, see me run
i want to hold your hand
when the sun is rising
i want to hold your hand
when the birds are chirping
i want to hold your hand
when the sun is setting
i want to hold your hand
change the rock to sand
watch our garden grow
for all the world is turning slow'

~ marijka ~