Stillborn

(A mother`s lament) Oh rest your head my little one Upon a silken cloud And may the angels cradle you Wrapped in a golden shroud In love, I bore your tiny form So pure, so calm, so still And gazed upon your precious face My dreams n`er to fulfil I ached to see the breath of life To hear the sweetest cry Rise up within your silent breast Yet still you there did lie I held you tightly in my arms Pressed close against my heart Then wept an avalanche of tears To know that we must part And as the years pass by, my child, Your mem`ry will remain No-one will ever understand This everlasting pain You`ll always be a part of me A gift from heaven above And `though I`ll never hold your hand You`ll always have my love So rest your head my little one Upon a silken cloud Within my dreams I`ll cradle you Wrapped in your golden shroud