When you were a child, I loved you; It was I who taught you to walk. I picked you up in my arms and wrapped you In human kindnesses.
Now, how can I let you go? How can I hand you over? My heart recoils at just the thought! My compassion grows warm and tender.
I will not act in my anger I will not act in my wrath For I am God and no arrogant mortal I will not lay you flat.
Though your mother forgets you, I have engraved you on the palms of hands And when I roar, you will hear me and come back ‘come back home to this land.
I was like a mother who lifted an infant up to her cheek. It was I who bent down to feed you, Now, how can I let you go?
Now tell me how can I give you up? How can I hand you over? My heart recoils at just the thought! My compassion grows warm and tender.
My heart recoils at just the thought! My compassion, my compassion, My compassion grows warm and tender… Tender! Tender, Tender… Tender…… For you.