The nurse said maybe you should sing him a lullabye,
and she hisses like a garden snake.
Singing will just keep him awake.

She held me like a piece of broken precious glass,
out away from her.
So she could put me back on the shelf,
if I made any motion.
So I stayed perfectly still.

The nurse said maybe you should hold him to your breast.
And she glares at the other mothers.
And says there's no sense,
in giving a young boy ideas.

She held me like a piece of broken precious glass,
out from her.
So she could put me back on the shelf,
if I made any motion.
So I stayed perfectly still.

But when the nurse was gone away,
she sat me up like an old man.
And told me a story, about a woman who wanted,
more than just glass and ludlabyes,
more than just worn out rocking chairs.

Then she sang me her favorite song,
about a soldier who was dying to wed.
Who knew nothing of love.

Who didn't know anything of love.
Then she held me like a piece of broken precious glass, out away from herself.
So she could put me, back on the shelf,
if I made any motion.
So I stayed perfectly still.