Woman withA child's dress onLong hairDrapes the armThat cradles a daughterWho would sleepBlacks eyes openAnd beatingBut is afraidLittle catHis hair set on endBolts from a sleeping coilAt a sound that you knowYou have heard in your dreamsO, comeTo the window my darlingYour heart repeats my ownThese long rooms are darkThe might not much brighterFrom here we can watch the roadA small man is catchingThe hot knife that fliesO, hush little baby, you're cryingAnd your tears taste like the rainWoman withA child's dress onLong hairDrapes the armThat cradles a daughterWho would sleepBlacks eyes openAnd beatingBut is afraid