birthday Carol

<br>I was born this very morning<br> <br>and my brother he was also born,<br> In our first nine months we learned to speak<br> <br>and we have been listening since early morn.<br> I love no one but my brother<br> <br>who spent those months with me<br> I hate no one and no other has so far hated me<br> But it isn`t yet the afternoon,<br> <br>and things are still to be,<br> And when evening comes we all will see.<br><br> I am not very old and I won`t live long.<br> I was born this very morning singing this here song<br><br> Now I feel the worst for older people<br> <br>winding out their friendless hours alone<br> Seeing lives like plays at final curtain<br> <br>looking out to find everyone has gone home.<br> Is there something I can pray to?<br> Some offering I can send?<br> Or some ear that I can play to, to help him find a friend?<br> And maybe then redeem myself to keep me from that end<br> For the evening comes and who knows when.<br><br> Oh, my brother, where is our mother?<br> Is there no other to live together,<br> To be our lover?