Five White Tigers

Five White Tigers - Steve Gates/Jenn Grant

She was 8 years old

But her eyes were so much older

Her unwashed face

Red hair down to her shoulders

She never held her tongue in public places

She had no need to hide her thoughts

At christmas all that she asked for was

Was five white tigers

The year she fell ill

They put her in

A room with one tv

With lots of cards

With lots of cards and lots of flowers

An' when I found out

I was in a working camp

Up in Northern Ontario

An' as the flies bit in

I dreamt of five white tigers

She was 8 years old

But her eyes were so much older

Her unwashed face

Red hair down to her shoulders

As years went by

There were parts of her that never recovered

But at christmas all that she asked for was

Was five white tigers

Five white tigers