On every happy day
He never passes judgement
On any happy day
He curls up and cries in pain
In mid-July he dies
He lets me win in dominoes
On every summers day
He sings me Irish songs of Joy
On every autumn day
He goes to bed and closes his eyes
On Thursday night he dies
She sits and brushes my long dark hair
On every cold cold night
Her ghostly hands run through my locks
On every darkened night
She crosses the road soft and silent
On Halloween she dies