Baby, precious lamb
Lately, I’ve been famished
Daddy died in war
Left my eyes sore
When I heard the news
After I had you
Named you after him
To keep you away from sin
Mihael, my archangel
Above all else
You’re my number one
You are the best
My son
Left us in the cold
Took you to the church of old
Gave you my red cross
I know it’ll never get lost
I passed in winter, dead
The cold went to my head
Void of warmth for more
Left your eyes sore