For days on top of years he lay 
Alone and scared of the ice above 
The children knew what he would say
"These days are short but filled with love"
And the birds would sing his very favorite song
One without joy and unpleasantly long...
They were strung out with words of his wife, the lady in black
The one who the children aimed a thorough attack
For days on top of years he lay
How he cried
Oh, how he cried
"The children are sorry, Old man White.."
But that didn't bring his wife home tonight...
So he let the ice fall around him
Oh Mr. White,
How he cried
Oh, how he cried

Made by ~ Alice