Lyrics:
My only child be not so blindSee what you holdThere are no words no ears no eyesTo show them what you knowTheir hands are oldTheir faces coldTheir bodies close to freezingTheir feelings findThe morning smallToo small to fill their ways with breathingThe evening tallMy only child remember wellThe words that you are toldFor some of them it is only easy to surviveTheir hands are oldTheir faces coldTheir bodies close to freezingTheir feelings findThe morning smallThe evening tallMan and wife are feasting the timeThe time that lies behindAt home in sweetness and delightDrinking the bitter wineTheir hands are oldTheir faces coldTheir bodies close to freezingTheir feelings findThe morning smallThe evening tall