I sit up at night rocking 
   'cause I can't get no rest
I sit in silence feeling milk 
   swelling in my breast
and it's at this time I talk 
   and call them by ungiven names
sing them the sweetest lullabies
   and play children's games
just to hear them laugh 
   and sometimes even sing
just how many - I don't know
   lost count after three
but it really doesn't matter
   so I say to myself
'cause they sound so free and joyous
   I know they're in good health.

Yes I sit up at night rocking
   'cause I can't get no peace
with the sound of hungry children
   crying themselves to sleep
and milk will grow in my breast
   drowning my heart until I mourn
for every last spirit and soul
   who were never born
and I will talk to them 
   like a good mother would
I'd sit and comb their hair
   if I only could
and when dawn comes I'll sleep 
  and this is exactly why
throughout the night I hear
   my dead babies cry.