Blueprints

The workshop street is empty now
It ends sometimes just like this
The concrete stones your own to walk
And days promise gone amiss
But oh, sweet little one
Sing on so light and low
And pierce the long deep night
With your song
While you bear your tiny sorrow
Hid behind both smiles and tears
The pale ghosts of your parents ring
Ring-a-ring-ring in your ears
But oh, sweet little one
Sing on so light and low
And pierce the long deep night
With your song
Though the new and bitter voices cry
More of this and of that less
The blueprints of all destruction
Are already through the press
But oh, sweet little one
Sing on so light and low
And pierce the long deep night
With your song