I’ll lend you for a little while,
a child of mine God said.
For you to love her while she lives
and mourn for when she’s dead.
It may be six or seven years,
or forty two or three.
But will you, ‘til I call her back,
take care of her for me.
She’ll bring her charms to gladden you
and should her stay be brief.
You’ll always have her memories
as a solace for your grief.