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 all 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.