one stitch, two stitch, three,

Mommy would you look at me?

do you see my pretty little flowers,

adorning my embroidery?

One stitch two stitch three,

whats wrong baby girl?

she hears the voice from her mother's pretty poercelain lips,

and she wonders if they would break apart like a vase, 

from having stayed still for long.

 One stitch, two stitch, three, 

 maybe she'll sew those pretty little flowers on her mother's dress of white and snow,

right atop her frozen chest and bone,

the pearls of her blood she'll hand sew,

maybe then mommy,

will you see my embroidery?

One stitch, two stitch, three,

I promise to be a good girl

why wont you look at me?,