The doll of clay

The doll of clay

She's a doll of clay

She has got eyebrows

She has got blue eyes

Which cannot wink

The doll of clay

The doll of clay

She's a doll of clay

She has got a nose

She has got a mouth

Which cannot speak

She's but a doll of clay

She's not a living doll

She has got no loving Papa

No loving Mama

The doll of clay

The doll of clay

She's a doll of clay

I'll be her Papa

I'll be her Mama

For every loving day