[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
My only child, remember well
The words that you are told
For some of them, it is only easy to survive

[Chorus]
Their hands are old
Their faces cold
Their bodies close to freezing, their feelings find
The morning small
The evening tall
[Verse 3]
Man and wife are feasting the time
The time that lies behind
At home, in sweetness and delight
Drinking the bitter wine

[Chorus]
Their hands are old
Their faces cold
Their bodies close to freezing, their feelings find
The morning small
The evening tall