A little girl with blonde hair
Her bathing suit was just a string around her waist
A little girl with blonde hair
She played around and she would sing what`s of her taste
A little girl with blonde hair
A little girl with blonde hair
When a child is born
You expect her to live a long life
Live on and gain experience
When a child is born
You'd be happy to give a strong life
With so little pain experience
When a child is born
When a child is born
A teenage girl with blonde hair
Ahead of her a future bright and hopeful lied
A teenage girl with blonde hair
She played around both day and night
She laughed and cried
A teenage girl with blonde hair
A teenage girl with blonde hair
When a child grows up
You would want her to learn a few things
To make her live a happy life
When a child grows up
She`d be glad if she`d turn to new things
So they could give a happy life
When a child grows up
And the child grew up
And her life went on
And then suddenly
Everything was gone
At the age of fortyseven
She went to heaven
If there is one I'm sure it's where she went
All her life was heaven sent
At the age of fortyseven…
A woman in her prime time
Her family and every friend was her concern
A woman in her prime time
Did she know that in the end we all would yearn
A woman in her prime time
A woman in her prime time
At the age of fortyseven…
At the age of fortyseven…
A mother a lover a sister a friend
A loving and caring and warm hearted friend
Why did it have to end this way
A mother a lover a sister ….
A mother a lover a sister ….
Why did it have to end this way
Why did it have to end this way
© Pierre Blom