Grief

There is a 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 heat?

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 a rope for the father

Both orphaned by heaven, where no child's spared

To who will your little child pray, John?

Dark and strangers that sleep on the train?

There’s blood on the cots, bones on the plates

Tears, John. Tears, John

Who then will tend to the sheep, John?

Treads in a place where the vicious gods preach

Where claws come in sharpened 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 a rope for the father

Both orphaned by heaven, where no child is spared

Swing from my lips

Render your deeds

The more that you share

The deeper your knees

His two little hands push the chair from your feet

Drowning in your beautiful grief