Before we could meet

For my mother and her first baby, James, who died shortly after birth. O baby-love that did not come true, The breath of life did not catch you, Your body perfect, like a rose, Ten finger petals, button nose. The breath of life blew through your sail, And you blew away, O baby-frail, Before we could meet, before we could meet, O baby-love, my baby sweet. The breath of life blew through your sail, And you blew away, O baby-frail. Farewell my love, my baby-love, One day my dear, I too will come, But I miss you now, my baby-love, I miss you dear, my dear one.