He said no word of her to
Nor we of her to him,
But oh it saddened us to
How wan he grew and thin.
We said: she eats him day and
And draws the blood from him,
We did not know but said we
This was why he grew thin.
One day we called and rang the bell,
No answer came within,
We said:
She must have took him
To the forest old and grim,
It has fell out, we said, that
Eats him in forest grim,
And how can we help him being
Up in forests grim?
It is a restless time we spend,
We have no help from him,
We walk about and go to bed,
It is no help to him.
Sometimes we shake our heads and
It might have better
If he had spoke of us to
Or we of her to him.
Which makes us feel helpful,
The silence comes again.
