My Darling (Dzongkha Version) - North H

Go back to sleep now My darlin' And I'll keep all the bad dreams away Breathe now, think sweet things And I'll think of all the right words to say Because we made you My darlin' With the love in each of our hearts We were a family, my darlin' Right from the start Grow up now My darlin' Please don't you grow up too fast And be sure, darlin' To make all the good times last Because we made you My darlin' With the love in each of our hearts We were a family, my darlin' Right from the start

For It's Goodbye My Darling It Won't Be For Long! Though It May Be For Years Not Forever! For It's I'm Going Away Love For Several Long Years And I Would Think Of My Darling Forever! For It's I'm Going Away Love To See The Old Castle With A Drink In My Hand And A Gal On My Knee! And If I Could Maintain You For Seven Years More Then I Would Think Of My Darling Forever Oh England! Oh England! I'll Not See You More! For I'm Worn Out With Fever Cast Down To Death's Door And If Ever I Live To See Seven Years More! Then I Would Think Of My Darling Forever Now The Warden's They Stand With Their Whips In Their Hands! Just To See Us Poor Convicts Go A–Ploughing The Land! And You Hard Hearted Judges How Cruel You Be?! You Have Sent Us Away To Warden's Row Warden's Row Warden's Row For A Lifetime To Go For A Lifetime To Go For A Lifetime To Go Just To See Us Poor Convicts Go Ploughing The Land And If I Could Not See You For Seven Years More Then I Would Think Of My Darling Forever!

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