"Has the illness taken her?"
Questioned the husband at dawn
There he sat upon the sick bed of his beloved wife
The woman lay coughing and choking
Underneath the burning desert sun
Across the room lay the child in it's crib
Born the night before
Tears soaked the child's cheeks
Poured down in endless streams
Sadness from no source
Came underneath the burning desert sun
Gentle did the doctor speak of what was to come
With those words the husband turned cold and numb
The child ceased crying as if he knew
Underneath the burning desert sun
The husband knew there was nothing to do
The woman uttered no words
No last words she spoke
The illness had sealed her lips with some fatal blow
The husband gently cupped her hand in his
And he knew not even the burning desert sun could warm the cold wife's skin
Underneath the burning desert sun
