Woman with a child's dress on
Long hair drapes the arm
That cradles a daughter who would sleep
Black eyes open and beating
But is afraid

Little cat, his hair set on end
Bolts from a sleeping coil
At a sound that you know you have heard in your dreams
O come to the window my darling
Your heart repeats my own

These long rooms are dark
The night not much brighter
From here we can watch the road
A small man is catching the hot knife that flies
O hush little baby your crying
And your tears taste like the rain

Woman with a child's dress on
Long hair drapes the arm
That cradles a daughter who would sleep
Black eyes open and beating
But is afraid
Your heart repeats my own
And your tears taste like the rain

Copyright: ANTHEM ENTERTAINMENT LP, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Larry Mullen, Paul David Hewson