I got me eggs and a bottle of milk,
Some butter and a bag of flour.
But better’n that a table, too,
To sit around when the hot bread comes…
A table to put the hot bread on
And talk and eat ’til the bread is gone.
The memory’s gone, when I had just hope.
For truly said, I had no bed.
But now I do.
And with it every day some sleep.
And hope’s no longer all I have,
For now, as well, I have a bed.