Woman with A child's dress on Long hair Drapes the arm That cradles a daughter Who would sleep Blacks eyes open And beating But is afraid Little cat His hair set on end Bolts from a sleeping coil At a sound that you know You have heard in your dreams O, come To the window my darling Your heart repeats my own These long rooms are dark The might not much brighter From here we can watch the road A small man is catching The hot knife that flies O, hush little baby, you're crying And your tears taste like the rain Woman with A child's dress on Long hair Drapes the arm That cradles a daughter Who would sleep Blacks eyes open And beating But is afraid