Goodnight

The medicine does not heal

Even with a mother's light caress

The child's pain is all she feels

They pray in hope to make a deal

That Fortune herself will be kind

The medicine does not heal

Fortune spins her sacred wheel

A gentle wind will come to pass

The child's pain is all she feels

The mother is positioned in a kneel

Her head bowed to her child's bed

The medicine does not heal

One breath is left to steal

On more sniffle is heard

The child's pain is all she feels

This life, this death is almost surreal

The mother's little nymph, goodnight

The medicine does not heal

The child's pain is all she feels

words: caress, medicine, sniffle, nymph, wind