I heard someone say my veins are coursing in vain Only your mother is the one to suckle not cows Their milk has shaken the change out of me Near to the spot of the unsuckled baby Windy howl on Christmas morning For cave babies with tousled yellow hair It soaks a dry aged hand... Yawning life giving quilted doe... No one's veins course in vain You love her forever You always have You need her You want her She's far way But only today