NO BIRDS SING TO MY MAM AND DAD
NO MUSIC IS PLAYED THAT CAN MAKE THEM GLAD
NO SONG, NO TUNE, NO HYMN, NO RHYME
NO SOUND IS HEARD THEY CAN SAY 'IS MINE'

WITH THEIR HANDS THEY COMMUNICATE
AND TO FRIENDS OLD TALES RELATE
OF THEIR LIFE BOTH HARD AND LONG
OF THEIR STRUGGLE WITHOUT ONE SONG

THEIR GOLDEN YEAR IS SOON TO COME
AS THEY LOOK BACK ON WHAT THEY'VE DONE
A FAMILY OF SIX THEY HAVE RAISED
AND FOR THIS THEY MUST BE PRAISED

FIRST TWO SONS THEY THOUGHT WERE GRAND
THEN TWO DAUGHTERS AS NATURE PLANNED
THEN TO COMPLETE THEIR LIST
TWO MORE BOYS TO LOVE AND KISS

AND YET THE NEST WE ALL HAVE LEFT
YET TWO OLD FOLK ARE NOW BEREFT
FOR THEY HAVE TAUGHT US RIGHT FROM WRONG
AND IN OUR HEARTS THEY GIVE A SONG.

OH RICH MAN WHERE IS YOUR TREASURE?
SEE HERE ALL MY PARENTS PLEASURE
A FAMILY OF SIX ALL GOOD AND STRONG
TO MY PARENTS WE ALL BELONG

SIX MELODIES OF THE HUMAN RACE
THIS IS THEIR BEAUTY AND THEIR GRACE
TO COMPOSE ONE HUMAN SONG
HAS MADE THEM FEEL THAT THEY BELONG

THIS WORD IS FULL OF HUMAN FLAWS
FOR TO THE DEAF THEY'VE SHUT THEIR DOORS
BUT I WILL EVER SING THEIR PRAISE
TO ALL THE DEAF SHALL COME 'GOLDEN DAYS'.