Queen Of Diamonds

In the garden

Trees are growing slowly

Out into the falling snow

She's lying

Her man should be there

But he would not come

He's waiting downstairs

His head on the ground

For the child to come home

I'm in the pathway

I see her sitting

Birds are flying in the sky

She's lovely

I showed her a chair

But she would not come

She curled up her hair

And brought out a sound

Children never come home