Long ago and far away. In a land no map can find. There lived in long forgotten days. A boy who never cried. He was his mother's only child. So she never wondered why. Until the news spread far and wide. Of a boy who never cried. From fabled lands the pilgrims came. To behold the silent child. In ancient tones they sang his name. Over every lonely mile. There were those who came in reverence. There were those who stood outside. And whispered low in quatrains dim. Of a boy who never cried. Days grew long and short until. The seasons turned to years. The child grew strong and fairer still. With a face unstained by tears. And every maid and lady fair. Held her breath when he passed by. For their mothers bid them all beware. Of a man who never cries. He lived alone for all his years. And then on the day he died. He shed a single precious tear for a boy who never cried