No electricity in the mountain village
Just boiling water and love
High in the hills where the winter shadows fall
A baby born too early
So fragile and so small
The big city hospital is fifty miles away
No twenty-thousand-dollar incubators in the bay
Four young bioengineers took on the sacred fight
To keep the tiny blossoms warm through the mountain night
No clocks, no wires, no noisy metal fan
Just a miracle of science in the palm of her hand
Phase-change wax heated in a kettle pot
Holding thirty-seven Celsius on the exact spot
Slips inside the sleeping bag
Safe and so serene
The gentlest invention that the world has ever seen
Wrapped in the embrace, warmer cocoon
Underneath the glow of the Himalayan moon
The biomed dream from a student workbench
Saving hundreds of thousands in the poverty trench
Tablas playing, bamboo flutes sigh
No little baby has to shiver or die
Embrace the future, embrace the light
Healing away the sorrow and strife
Mother holds her daughter close against her chest
Knowing that the sleeping pouch is giving her the best
Three hundred thousand babies walking now upon the earth
Because a team of engineers gave dignity to birth
Not all heroes wear armor
Or carry heavy blades
Some weave gentle miracles
In little mountain glades
Wrap them in the embrace of a warmer cocoon
And underneath the glow of the Himalayan moon
The biomed dream from a student workbench
Saving hundreds of thousands in the poverty trench
Tablas play, bamboo flutes sigh
No little baby has to shiver or die
Embrace the future, embrace the life
Healing away the sorrow and strife
Thirty-seven degrees, sleep in peace,
little star
