Casimir Pulaski Day

Oh, the glory that the Lord has made
Just to prove that he was sorry

And I almost touched your blouse

Oh, the glory that the Lord has made

When I found out you had cancer of the bone
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
In the morning through the window shade
On the floor at the great divide
In the living room when you kissed my neck
When your father found out what we did that night
In the morning in the winter shade
Sunday night when I cleaned the house

I could see what you were reading
Oh, the glory when he took our place

And he drove his car to the navy yard
Tuesday night at the Bible study
I remember at Michael's house
Your father cried on the telephone
We lift our hands and pray over your body

When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
And the complications when I see his face
With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
And the cardinal hits the window
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
When I kissed you on the mouth

I am crying in the bathroom

In the morning at the top of the stairs
And you told me you were scared
And the complications you could do without
Oh, the glory when you ran outside
And you told me not to follow you
I find the card where you wrote it out
In the morning in the window
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
On the first of March on the holiday
But nothing ever happens
With the pictures of your mother
In the morning when you finally go

I thought I saw you breathing