When
When will the icicle melt
The icicle, icicle
And when
When will the picture show end
The picture show, picture show
I should not have read the paper today
'Cause a child, child, child, child
He was taken away
There's a place for the baby that died
And there's a time for the mother who cried
And she will hold him in her arms sometime
'Cause nine months is too long, too long, too long
How
How could you hurt a child
How could you hurt a child
Now does this make you satisfied, satisfied, satisfied
I don't know what's
Happening to people today
When a child, child, child, child
He was taken away
There's a place for the baby that died
There's a time for the mother who cried
And she will hold him in
Her arms sometime
'Cause nine months is too long, too long, too long
There's a place for the baby that died
And there's a time for the mother who cried
And you will hold him in
Your arms sometime
'Cause nine months is too long, too long, too long
(too long)
Writer(s): Dolores Mary O'riordan
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