
Date of issue: 31.03.2012
Song language: English
No, Nothing, Never |
Have you gone down |
In the dark where none is welcome? |
He heard the constant sound between the |
Walls of our house. |
He tried to locate it |
He attacked the wash with fierce energy |
As if to get rid of the troubled ideas which boiled in his head |
Like the water in the bubbling tanks |
No, nothing, never |
He threw the dirty whites into the |
Washer, and closed the lid with a bang |
He felt the angry waves rush at him |
As though they would tear him from his seat |
And great sheets of stinging spray were flung in his face |
No, nothing, never |
No, nothing, never |
«Poor thing» she said |
«I suppose it’s not quite right in its little head.» |
She fed him bread and milk on the end of a sliver of wood |
Which he took willingly, and soon he was growing fat and strong |
No, nothing, never |
She would encourage him by talking to him |
And he would start again |
Step by step, feeling the way |
And only putting his foot down |
When he sensed firm ground beneath him |
No, nothing, never |
No, nothing, never |
His food is given him in a plate and he is handed a spoon |
With which he eats as well as any ordinary child |
Seldom spilling any of the food |
When he has finished, he hands the plate and spoon to the keeper who, in turn |
Hands him a napkin with which he |
Thoroughly removes all traces of his dinner |
If given soap, water and towel |
He will wash and dry his face and hands |
He does many things which he has |
Apparently learned through observation |
No, nothing, never |
No, nothing, never |
No, nothing, never |
When our Bobby was about a year old |
Our dear little Toodles had a paralytic stroke and passed away |
We buried him back of the barn |