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