I had her name traced above my heart
Cupped my belly, feeling the spark
Within, I felt the beat of life, the echo of her cry
Her breath a butterfly
Brushing the cobwebs from the grave with her wing
Oh you precious thing

And she, oh she had his name tattooed on her wrist
Delicate letters, a secret script
A reminder of what is precious, and what is not
And hearing that, I smiled and thought
Of all the songs he used to sing
Oh this precious thing

I remember one song, such a simple little rhyme
How does it go? Once upon a time…
There was a child, a light
Burning wild, burning bright
Gunfire erupted in the night
Where are you now, Reverend King?
Good bye, you precious thing