When one is weak, one needs a hand When one is cold, one needs some warmth When one is one, one has the quilt and a name When things get tough, one goes to sleep When things get rough, one goes to weep When time is up, one knits a name in the quilt Guilty, the weight of the world isn't fair All I have left is a lock of your hair When one is gone, one comes again When all along, one has a friend Within our hearts, we all commend the quilt Guilty, the weight of the world isn't fair All I have left is a world that don't care When one is weak, one needs a hand When one is cold, one needs some warmth When one is one, one has the quilt and a name