| Eleanor Kennedy | John W. Kennedy |
Let joy be all my song,
For nothing can be wrong,
Although the night was long,
The day is here.
These slippers made of gold
Shall make me feel so bold
That I will see the prince, and have no fear.
O Mother, with your gifts to me,
I know I will at last be free.
My heart flies
Up into the skies,
When I think of my love, and how I long to be beside him.
When we meet,
How my heart will beat.
He’ll be all my joy,
My golden boy,
When I look into his eyes.
But a thought
Starts to grow in my heart.
Was he caught with the magic that I borrow?
Is my dress
Woven with Mother’s sorrow
All by itself the cause of my happiness?
No, I know
That it is not so.
For the prince has my heart and I am sure he loves me only.
Love so true
Will remain ever new.
My dearest prince, I will always love you.
Copyright © 2002 by John & Eleanor Kennedy. All rights reserved.
