Cry
Cry, cry, cry
And why not cry
Let the birds sing with you
Let morning air fill your nostrils
With times long ago memories
With love left alone
With hands once firm with confidence
Now tremble all- alone
Cry cry cry
Fill the air with miseries cold tune
Wet your eyes from summer to springs
Bloom
Cry for yourself, and others too
For we are all a bit lost
When loss finds our dreaded doom
Yet one day will come
As sure as a new mornings sun
And your tears will say goodbye
And wish you a very very happy
New life’s time
So cry for now as much as you can
Tomorrow brings us to a new -found- land