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Discovering herself pregnant, Nha, who lives in wartime Saigon, Vietnam with an American navy officer, sings a lullaby to her unborn child.
Lyrics
[NHÀ’S LULLABY]
(sings softly)
O precious one in love conceived,
as little as a butterfly.
Too tiny yet to be perceived,
soon will a soul personify.
Hearts beat as one in natal growth.
I sense you not but know you’re there.
Two races blend in best of both,
assuring child beyond compare.
Sweet lullaby to you Unborn.
Unborn.
Sweet lullaby to you Unborn.
Unborn.
When you state your cherished presence
in asserting independence,
may your birth transpire in kindness
amid world kindness increase.
Sweet lullaby to you, Unborn.
Unborn.
Sweet lullaby to you, Unborn.
Unborn.
By Love’s counsel I in reply
deign to you this lullaby
to lull you by a mother’s song.
Lull you by a mother’s song.
Sweet lullaby to you, Unborn.
Unborn.
Sweet lullaby to you, Unborn.
Unborn.
