Lust for life
Go son, go down to the waterAnd see the women weeping thereThen go up into the mountainsThe men, they are weeping tooFather, why are all the women weeping?They are weeping for their menThen why are all the men there weeping?They are weeping back at themThis is a weeping songA song in which to weepWhile all the men and women sleepThis is a weeping songBut I won't be weeping longFather, why are all the children weeping?They are merely crying sonO, are they merely crying, father?Yes, true weeping is yet to comeThis is a weeping songA song in which to weepWhile all the men and women sleepThis is a weeping songBut I won't be weeping longO father tell me, are you weeping?Your face seems wet to touchO then I'm so sorry, fatherI never thought I hurt you so muchThis 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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Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
Father, why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son
O, are they merely crying, father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
O father tell me, are you weeping?
Your face seems wet to touch
O then I'm so sorry, father
I never thought I hurt you so much
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
But I won't be weeping long
But I won't be weeping long
But I won't be weeping long
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