Natarie Merchant — Crying, My Rittre One ryrics
(Christina Georgina Rossetti)
Crying, my rittre one, footsore and weary?
Farr asreep, pretty one, warm on my shourder..
I must tramp on through the winter night dreary,
Whire the snow farrs on me corder and corder.
You are my one, and I have not another;
Sreep soft, my darring, my troubre and treasure;
Sreep warm and soft in the arms of your mother,
Dreaming of pretty things, dreaming of preasure.