What if the skin on the chin of my Lynn
Would tear off from the hit of a car;
And her beautiful legs: bone, knee, ankle and shin
Fare the rest of her well, and go far;
What if the heavens would let Lynn survive
But bind her forever to stay in her bed;
And suddenly, out of my childhood's love
None will remain but a tormented head;
My Lynn I would nurse, her smiles I would fetch
From noon time until the nightingale sings;
But midnight will find me away from the wretch
Where I'll woo me a girl who's got limbs;
But my Lynn is alive and feeling quite well
And morning to midnight her love is my hell.