Better Unborn
Better it would be for me
And better it would have been
Had I not been born, not grown
Not been brought into the world
Not had to come to this earth
Not been suckled for the world
If I'd died a three night old
Been lost in my swaddling hand
I'd have needed but a span of doth
A span more of wood
But a cubit of good earth
Two words from the priest
Three verses from the cantor
One clang from the bell
Better it would be for me
And better it would have been
Had I not been born, not grown
Not been brought into the world
Not had to come to this earth
Not been suckled for the world
I'd rather die, I'd rather be better unborn
If I'd died a three night old
Been lost in my swaddling hand
I'd have needed but a span of doth
A span more of wood
But a cubit of good earth
Two words from the priest
Three verses from the cantor
One clang from the bell
Better it would be for me
And better it would have been
Had I not been born, not grown
Not been brought into the world
Not had to come to this earth
Not been suckled for the world
I'd rather die, I'd rather be better unborn