Child monk Full of sin What does it matter! blissfully oblivious God cradles you A footpath lifts you above the ravine A gentle breeze kisses your cheek A tumult gusts in the tree tops merely to thrill your devilish little heart
Child monk Full of sin What does it matter! blissfully oblivious God cradles you A footpath lifts you above the ravine A gentle breeze kisses your cheek A tumult gusts in the tree tops merely to thrill your devilish little heart