Your Baby Was Asleep Songtext
von Tom Hickox

The lights were on and you were gone
Working for your wheat,
And the shadow from the minute hand
Shifted in retreat.
And I will write your elegy,
"A craftsman at his peak",
If you can tell me where you were when
Your baby was asleep.


I′ve picked up tips and learnt my tricks
From professionals on the street.
I have my slab and cleaving blade
To butcher all my meat.
And I will carve the choicest cuts
And serve them as your treat,
If you can tell me where you were when
Your baby was asleep.

Gentle was the touch of you –
Your hands, their calming heat,
Did scatter every demon when
Your baby was asleep.

And now you say to me today,
Through stained and gritted teeth,
That you had tried your utmost
To delay the laurel wreath.
And thinking of your father's
Disapproval makes you weep,
Because you were not a father when
Your baby was asleep.


And gentle was the touch of you –
Your hands, their calming heat,
Did scatter every demon when
Your baby was asleep.