Icicle - John Lunn & Eivør

When When will the icicle melt The icicle, icicle And when When will the picture show end The picture show, picture show I should not have read the paper today 'Cause a child, child, child, child He was taken away There's a place for the baby that died And there's a time for the mother who cried And she will hold him in her arms sometime 'Cause nine months is too long, too long, too long How How could you hurt a child How could you hurt a child Now does this make you satisfied, satisfied, satisfied I don't know what's Happening to people today When a child, child, child, child He was taken away There's a place for the baby that died There's a time for the mother who cried And she will hold him in Her arms sometime 'Cause nine months is too long, too long, too long There's a place for the baby that died And there's a time for the mother who cried And you will hold him in Your arms sometime 'Cause nine months is too long, too long, too long (too long)