I was born this very morning
And my brother he was also born
In our first nine months we learned to speak
And we have been listening since early morn
I love no one but my brother
Who spent those months with me
I hate no one and no other
Has so far hated me

But it isn′t yet the afternoon
And things are still to be
And when evening comes we all will see

I am not very old and I won't live long
I was born this very morning singing this here song

Now I feel the worst for older people

Winding out their friendless hours alone
Seeing lives like plays at final curtain
Looking out to find everyone has gone home
Is there something I can pray to
Some offering I can send
Or some ear that I can play to
To help them find a friend
And maybe then redeem myself
To keep me from that end
For the evening comes and who knows when

I am not very old and I won′t live long
I was born this very morning singing this here song

Oh my brother, where is our mother?
Is there no other
Together
To be our lover

I am not very old
And I won't live long
I was born this very morning
Singing Christmas songs
And who knows when

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