Dorothy - Pram

Come down in a house

No sailor, no mast

No rope they would only have hung before

The disorder of the roof around my feet

Hall in my head for the

A nail presses my skull

And all the are mangled

You could only make me

Don’t cry children

Mother’s gone to heaven

Don’t cry children

Mother’s gone to heaven

Don’t cry children

Mother’s gone to heaven

Don’t cry children

Mother’s gone to heaven

Don’t cry children

Mother’s gone to heaven

Don’t cry children

Mother’s gone to heaven

Don’t cry children

Mother’s gone to heaven

Don’t cry children

Mother’s gone to heaven