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