In times of agony
In times when I'm dreary
Through hurting blisters
And reaping disasters
Who'll weep for me?
When I'm down on my knees
And drowning on the deepest sea
When clouds go gray
And leaves wither like the color of hay
Who'll weep for me?
On the sixth sunrise of May
Birds will swim, trees will swing
Odd gloomy landscapes will be seen
I'll cut deep through my skin
Who'll weep for me?
Cry no tears, scream no sound
Bring up the cheer, kiss the air
Who will weep for you?
It is neither the down nor you shoe
It is you, you and only you.