for Coley Bernard Sullivan 

Sweet baby Jesus, come talk to me 

I need to see you smile 

The cows in the meadow refuse to come home 

My children all grown and with child 

The fires don't burn like they did before 

They shuffle and spark in the loam 

I can no longer build, so if it's alright with you 

Can I please come home 

Sweet baby Jesus, come sit with me 

But watch that third step by the door 

I've been meaning to fix it, but my shakes are real bad 

My hands aren't my hands anymore 

Do you remember I sang to you 

As I planted this house's first stone 

And I can no longer build, so if it's alright with you 

Can I please come home 

Tura liy, tura liy, tura liy