Where is your little son lost, John Tears, John Tears, John Bruised in the rain With his overalls torn With one shoe off One shoe on
Tears, John Tears, John
And where will your little son sleep, John Under the smoke stacks Under the heap Under the tent where the canopy leaks
Tears, John Tears, John
You're drowning in the grief Of Jupiter's water Let me open my teeth And cradle you there There's a bed for the boy And rope for the father Both orphaned by Heaven Where no child is spared
To who will your little son pray, John Dark are the strangers That sleep on the train There's blood on their cots And bones on their plates
Tears, John Tears, John
Who, then, will tend to the sheep, John My treads in the place Where the vicious gods preach Where claws come in sharp And on wolves in white fleece
Tears, John Tears, John
Tears, John Tears, John
You're drowning in the grief Of Jupiter's water Let me open my teeth And cradle you there There's a bed for the boy And rope for the father Both orphaned by Heaven Where no child is spared
Swing from my limb Render your tears The more that you shed The deeper it is Two little hands Push the chair from your feet Drown in your beautiful grief