My bed my friend you keep me close,
You hold me up and warm my soul.
But bed I fear, we have fallen apart,
For lately you have not been joyous of heart.
The pillows are limp, the backboard squint,
The coldness I feel creeping in.
No longer do I feel the warmth you spread,
Now nightime brings me thoughts of dread.
My back is aching, my eyes are black!
Oh loving bed please come back!