When, when will the icicle melt, the icicle, icicle?
And when, when will the picture show end, the picture show, picture show?
I should not have read the paper today
'Cause a child, child, child, child, he was taken away, taken away
There's a place for the baby that died
And there's a time for the mother who cried
And she will hold him in her arms, sometimes
'Cause nine months is too long, too long, too long
How could you hurt a child, how could you hurt a child?
Now, does this make you satisfied, satisfied, satisfied?
I don't know what's happening to people today
When a child, child, child, child, he was taken away, taken away
There's a place for the baby that died
And there's a time for the mother that cried
And she will hold him in her arms, sometimes
'Cause nine months is too long, too long, too long
There's a place for the baby that died
And there's a time for the mother that cried
And you will hold him in your arms, sometimes
'Cause nine months is too long, too long, too long, too long