The hands entwined, the living and the dead

Don”t go, he  cried  from out his clean white bed
I wonder what  my presence meant in his last hours
The hands entwined, the living and the dead

They gave him  fish and carrot ,so they said
But on his table there was not a flower
Don”t go, he  cried  from out his clean white bed

On the stairs at night I hear a tread
I can’t  move at all  in those dread hours
The hands entwined, the living and the dead

His skin was pale as if he’d long time bled
Jesus looked  out from his wooden tower
Don”t go, he  cried  from out  that clean warm bed

He smiled the smile of heart well linked with head
At last it came, the final trembling hour
The hands entwined, the living and the dead

Somewhere was an energy, a power
A touching smile, a  need, a deed unsoured
He went, he  died , he left his clean white bed
The hands entwined, the living and the dead