Another song for another very young lady. I was eleven
long years older, and I allowed my heart to rule my head.

She's a fawn, gentle and free
    Eyes of deep wood hues and velvet
In the dawn I'm prayin' she'll be close to me
        Close to me

She's a child, innocently
    Growing wild, and yet with wisdom
If it's on her heart to come lookin' for me
        I will be

        Right where she needs me to be
        Just where she wants me to see
        All the love she has hiding within her for me

She's a lamb, trusting and true
    If I am so blessed as to know her
May I ask, O Lord, may I ask this of you

        Make her mine