Go son, go down to the waterAnd see the women weeping thereThen go up into the mountainsThe men, they are weeping too
Father, why are all the women weeping?They are weeping for their menThen why are all the men there weeping?They are weeping back at them
This is a weeping songA song in which to weepWhile all the men and women sleepThis is a weeping songBut I won't be weeping long
Father, why are all the children weeping?They are merely crying sonOh, are they merely crying, father?Yes, true weeping is yet... to come
This is a weeping songA song in which to weepWhile all the men and women sleepThis is a weeping songBut I won't be weeping long
Oh father, tell me are you weeping?Your face seems wet to touchOh, then I'm so sorry, fatherI never thought I hurt you so much
This is a weeping songA song in which to weepWhile we rock ourselves to sleepThis is a weeping songBut I won't be weeping longBut I won't be weeping longBut I won't be weeping longBut I won't be weeping long
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