When the days are blue

And the skies are gray

And the ones you love

Seem far away

 

When the hours are long

And the nights are cold

And your aching heart

Is getting old

 

When the flowers wilt

And the songbirds cry

And your little girl

Stops coming by

 

When you lay there still

And you wait for days

And you listen close

But she never prays

 

When ants make way

And they get to bone

And life grows dull

And she feels alone

 

When memories rot

In stagnant air

And the smell of smoke

Lingers there