He touched her forehead
Made a face to show
Tight
lips pursed to promise he meant What he said when he said
That he'd do the right thing
He combed her hair
He brought blankets and bread
But two of them so small
Like the tiniest stars
Of the wintery skies
Run away Run away
You * He touched their heads
Never been so afraid
The three of them so small
Like the tiniest stars
Of the cold summer skies
