There was a time when the loving mind of faith hope laid still
In the place I saw the good of a voice true to he still
No question asked no place ponder in the dead of night
Slept next to my child to pray that he be all right
Fear it is an evil thing that holds to the mind
I held the seeing of death for such a long long time
So it was in the tenth of year I finally went to rest
Slept among the throngs who knew they did their best
Yet it seems in angel dream a place for me was found
A gift was given for the time I spent un-bound
There in crib my child of love was found
Father dear with one last tear lying dead on the ground

Silver of gold unload the voice and the notice
And in the west did set the look of pretty toys
No matter hear so soft but dear the call falls
Child of faith is now laid next to the father's sound
Kiss not once but last the chill of time in wedge
Mother of the bride gave forth this pledge
No material gift takes the place of joy
And no boy would rather be with out his father toy

Silence falls in the halls of real and in the midst of hate
Some people still steal the joy of life and love that is found
For the crypt of never was a new forgiving sound
Society in piety gives birth to what will be
A clever bit of words that serve a master creed
In the pilot house upon the foggy dawn
Love of man and child have gone wrong
In the wet of tears a trying feel a passing from
Real to real as the light goes out