My Only Child
My only child be not so blindSee what you holdThere are no words no ears no eyesTo show them what you know
Their hands are oldTheir faces coldTheir bodies close to freezingTheir feelings find
The morning smallToo small to fill their ways with breathingThe evening tall
My only child remember wellThe words that you are toldFor some of them it is only easy to survive
Their hands are oldTheir faces cold
Their bodies close to freezingTheir feelings find
The morning smallThe evening tall
Man and wife are feasting the timeThe time that lies behindAt home in sweetness and delightDrinking the bitter wine
Their hands are oldTheir faces coldTheir bodies close to freezingTheir feelings find
The morning smallThe evening tall