The Icicle Melts

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 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 the child? How could you hurt the child? Now, does this make you satisfied Satisfied, satisfied? I don't know what's happ'ning to people today When a child, child, child, child, he was taken away There's a place for the baby that died And there's 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 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