Empty house of cold house and whistle and whistle and furnace with hope for me to be a mirror for me with hope for me for my mirror for me My son when you come to the world Lightening my house lamp My son when you come with my laughter Youre a cane for me You are bigger I dont want anything from God I do not want anything Empty house of cold house and whistle and whistle and furnace with your hope for me with hopes of mirror for me my son when you come to my son Your Laughter You are a young boy Fill my sons son Youre Honey Sugar Boy Youre my cane.
