My only child be not so blind
See what you hold
There are no words no ears no eyes

To show them what you know

Their hands are old

Their faces cold
Their bodies close to freezing
Their feelings find


The morning small
Too small to fill their ways with breathing

The evening tall

My only child remember well

The words that you are told
For some of them it is only easy to survive


Their hands are old
Their faces cold


Their bodies close to freezing
Their feelings find


The morning small
The evening tall


Man and wife are feasting the time
The time that lies behind
At home in sweetness and delight

Drinking the bitter wine

Their hands are old

Their faces cold
Their bodies close to freezing
Their feelings find


The morning small
The evening tall