Legend of a Girl Child Linda Donovan I will bring you[Cm] gold apples and gra[Fm]pes made [Cm]of ruu--bies[Fm][Ab] That have shone in the [Fm]eyes of [Bb] a prince of the breeze. [Cm]Bright cascading c[Fm]rystals, [Cm]they danced in the [Fm]saaand [Ab]dunes On the beach of no [Fm]footprints [Bb] to harpsichord tunes. [Cm]A throne of white [Fm]ivory, [Cm]a gown of white [Fm]laaaa[Ab]ce Lies still in the m[Fm]agic [Bb] of a timeless place. [Cm]One hundred small [Fm]children, [Cm]they laugh at (azchords.com)