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