Lullaby for a Nameless Child by Andy Kenway

Posted By on February 18, 2015

Lullaby for a Nameless Child

If I could sing for you my song
Some angel’s tongue to borrow,
I’d sing for you the whole night long,
Sweet baby of my sorrow

For you were just a mother’s child,
As fair as any other;
A friend to me you might have been,
If only to your mother

But he who tore the threads of life
That God’s own hand was weaving,
He took his pay and washed his knife,
Nor for his crime was grieving

Oh, life is sweet when love is kind,
But they did not revere it;
The ground in grief and anger cried,
But heav’n alone would hear it

Too small to run, too weak to fight,
Too young to know a warning,
Like thieves they caught you in the night,
And stole away the morning

Who could conceive this dark design?
My heart, it fails within me;
I wish to God you had been mine,
If one among so many

Then sleep in silence, little one,
The morn was nearly breaking;
But cruel hands put out the sun,
And never you’ll be waking

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