Early in the morning

When the sun is still asleep,

Father drinks his cup of coffee

Kisses Mother on the cheek,

Off to work he goes

What he does nobody knows

But he's sure to bring home money every week.

Time when he and Mother were young,

Now those days are departed

Now he's left brokenhearted,

Stranded in time.

They dote upon the children

Like some characters in plays

As if nearness to their youngers

Would recall their golden days.

And Father sold the looking glass

That once stood in the hall

And now Mother tends to tell the time

By pictures on the wall.

Times when she would laugh in his arms

Are now vanished forever,

Now they stand close together

Stranded in time.