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 little children 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

No I won’t be weeping long

No I won’t be weeping long

No I won’t be weeping long