Don'T Worry, Little Girl

Don't worry, little girl, Don't you let one golden curl Get awry. Don't you ever let appear E'en the symbol of a tear In your eye. For the world has need of girls Who have sun-kissed golden curls, And the world, with all its scheming, Wants the light that's ever beaming In a maiden's eyes today; You were born for love and play. Don't you worry, wife of mine, Don't you ever show a sign Of grim care; Laugh and sing your way along, All the grief and all the wrong I can bear. For along life's dusty miles I have need of all your smiles, I have need of all your laughter, Let it ring from floor to rafter, For, in all I say or do, All my cheer must come from you.