• Alone she sleeps in the shirt of man
    With my three wishes clutched in her hand
    The first that she be spared the pain
    That comes from a dark and laughing rain
    When she finds love may it always stay true
    This I beg for the second wish I made too
    But wish no more
    My life you can take
    To have her please just one day wake

    i sleep no more..... to hear your sorrow quake