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 papers 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 sometimes
'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 takin' 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 sometimes
'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 sometimes
'Cause nine months is too long, too long, too long           too long