A Lullaby In Time Of Plague Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Crawl in my arms and rest your head.
My love, I will not lie to you.
We both know we might soon be dead.
Beneath my chin, love, tuck your head.
There's nothing we can do instead
And every day bring sorrows new.
Above my heart now rest your head.
You know I cannot lie to you.

When you awake I won't be here.
When I return you might not wake.
But till you're fast asleep, my love,
I'll hold you for love's sake.

My love, there's nothing we can do,
So why not get a little sleep?
My love, I cannot lie to you.
There just is nothing we can do,
But tears and hugs can help, it's true.
So feel my arms, my love and weep.
You know there's nothing we can do.
Let's try to get a little sleep.

When you awake I won't be here.
When I return you might not wake.
But till you're fast asleep, my love,
I'll hold you for love's sake.

You're frightened, weary from the pain.
If you feel pain you're still alive.
Let's hope when dead it won't remain.
I know you're desperate from the pain
And wine tonight would numb the brain,
But numb our love as well. So strive
To feel my love, and feel the pain,
So we will know we're still alive.

When you awake I won't be here.
When I return you might not wake.
But till you're fast asleep, my love,
I'll hold you for love's sake.