My Only Child - Nico

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

The morning small

Too small to fill

Their ways with breathing

The 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

The morning small

The 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