Oh dear, the eye that softly looks Oh dear, the heart that foundly loves Though but a tender babe thy arth The graces all grow up with thee Oh dear, the wind that pulls the trees Oh dear, the rain that softly falls Though but a tender babe thy arth The graces all grow up with thee Oh sweet, the night that holds your name Oh sweet, the star that truly shines Though but a tender babe thy arth The graces all grow up with thee Oh dear, the eye that softly looks Oh dear, the heart that foundly loves Though but a tender babe thy arth The graces all grow up with thee