If ever the dead could pray for the living
There was a new man's face in hell.
She pours a cup of coffee, drips carnation from the can
Let the hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
Married girl, married girl, she rocks the cradle and cries.
Another ship for me, and for her another crew
Some helped in small ways, some helped in hallways,
Too late, but never mind
But not being married isn't what made him a dope
If ever you heard a little dog bark
She makes a small hole in the frost on the window
Brightest and best of the sons of the morning
Say, don't you remember? I'm your pal.
Walking in his footsteps in the sweet delta dawn.