[Verse 1]
She licks her finger and dampens her eye
To make people think she is cryin'
For all around her are tear-sorrowed faces
But she is too young to know dyin'
Outside the window tree branches sway down
Long, glassy fingers sweep snow-covered ground
While inside a woman is moanin' softly
For loss of a son

[Verse 2]
She sees black-ribboned white roses and hears
A man with bowed head heavily sighin'
Then gravely she turns her gaze back to the box
Where a broken young body is lyin'
Outside the crystal icicles shine bright
Castin' a prism, reflectin' the light
That sends rainbows dancin' across the brow
Of a pastor in prayer

[Verse 3]
She touches her face to see if the mouth tears
She put on with her finger are dryin'
Then her young attention is drawn back outside
Where she watches a small brown bird flyin'
Comin' to land on the icy fence rail
With such a momentum it skids on its tail
And she laughs so loud and then quickly
Claps her small hand to her mouth