There’s hope for turning real by and by
Though I hate the thought of becoming blind
So go my eyes, so goes my sight (Just so long as you hold me tight)
I am only made of grass
Someday I’ll grow up with the weather
And I’m going to disappear forever
Still in the garden, strawberries and tea
There’s dew on my ears, and I am only slightly dirty
I’ve got a sawdust heart, pretty ribbons and silken thread
It was your hands that made me real that night upon your bed

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Nursery Magic song meanings
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