A little girl on the high ridge

A little girl is standing on the high ridge,
and she gazes at the edge.
Wondering what would she find there when she'll be there,
she want to go out and see the world.

A little girl is standing on the high ridge,
she is watching the world in his clouded.
The little girl see all her life infront of her,
and she was amazed by the world.

The sight will never lose her love,
the love to this planet where she was born.

The little girl on the high ridge,
is gazing at the rocky mountain.
The sun is calling her to run,
and the wind is carry her like a curtain.

A little girl is standing on the high ridge,
and she gazes at the edge.
Wondering what would she find there when she'll be there,
she want to go out and see the world.

The sight will never lose her love,
the love to this planet where she was born.

A little girl at the high ridge,
she's watching at the clouds.
Laying on the grass,
and see the world in its clouded.

The little girl is standing on a high ridge,
gazed at the world full of gold.
Try to smell the scent of life,
through what she heard.

Wild rose, people's rose, high ridge breeze.