In A Faraway Land

There is a nice, pretty girl, in a far away land

When people pass by her tent

they always stop and take a double-glimpse

(People said that she always keeps a lamb beside her)



I wish I can be a young lamb

running towards you, until I am by your side

I wish her narrow quirt always whips me gently



I wish I can be a young lamb

running towards you, until I am by your side

I wish her narrow quirt always whips me gently



I wish I can be a young lamb

running towards you, until I am by your side

I wish her narrow quirt always whips me gently