Thank you for the crisis
The danger is past
And the lingering illness
Is over at last
Sadly I know
I am shorn of my strength
And no muscle I move
As I lie at full length
But no matter
I feel better at length
And I lie so composedly
Now I'm in my bed
That any beholder
Might fancy me dead
And start beholding me,
Thinking me dead
Thinking me dead.
Sadly I know
I am shorn of my strength
And no muscle I move
As I lie at full length
And no muscle I move
As I lie at full length
The danger is past
And the lingering illness
Is over at last
Sadly I know
I am shorn of my strength
And no muscle I move
As I lie at full length
But no matter
I feel better at length
And I lie so composedly
Now I'm in my bed
That any beholder
Might fancy me dead
And start beholding me,
Thinking me dead
Thinking me dead.
Sadly I know
I am shorn of my strength
And no muscle I move
As I lie at full length
And no muscle I move
As I lie at full length