| Mother And Child |
|---|
| Shadows form knights and pawns upon the squares |
| Blood is drawn up from the well |
| Secret signs brought the crime right to your door |
| An innocent guilty as hell |
| Oh, the cot is open wide |
| Damp with milk and honey |
| Gone the mother and the child |
| In Jesus name |
| Oh, the cot is open wide |
| Damp with milk and honey |
| Gone the mother and the child |
| In Jesus name |
| Should they be waiting there on my return |
| I may run into their arms |
| Walking on a razor’s edge, unconcerned |
| Game is lost again, I’ll never learn |
