If sadness were a bird
Would it sing in the morning
The cries of a thousand mothers
Who lost a child
My baby my baby my baby
 
If comfort were a tree
Would it sway in the morning
Limbs reaching to the sky
Beckoning
 
Bird and tree and sky
 
If sadness were a bird
Would it gather the others
Find a place to rest
Safely
My baby my baby my baby