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 Their morning small Too small to fill their ways with breathing Their 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 Their morning small Their 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