Well, a bright red ray of sunshine

Slips through the window pane

And it breaks my heart

To see her suffer

Another long Summer day

Well she withers away

In that she′s laid

For the last nine months or so

And it takes all she's got

Just to cry out to God

To come and take her home

′Cause the world keeps turning

And the birds keep singing

No matter how sick she feels

And I pray to God that he takes my soul

Before I ever live to get that ill

Let the Lord be with her

When the morphine hits her

To the sound of the whippoorwill

And I pray to God that he takes my soul

Before I ever live to get that ill

Well the life in her eyes

It comes sometimes

But it fades oh so fast

She don't even know her own daughters' names

And she′s forgotten how to laugh

It′s not much of a life

When you can't feel the sun on your skin

Is it wrong of me, her own flesh and blood

To pray tonight it′ll end

'Cause the world keeps turning

And the birds keep singing

No matter how sick she feels

And I pray to God that he takes my soul

Before I ever live to get that ill

Let the Lord be with her

When the morphine hits her

To the sound of the whippoorwill

And I pray to God that he takes my soul

Before I ever live to get that ill

Well, a bright red ray of sunshine

Slips through the window pane

And it breaks my heart

To see her suffer

Another long

Summer day