| Go son, go down to the water
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| And see the women weeping there
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| Then go up into the mountains
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| The men, they are weeping too
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| Father, why are all the women weeping?
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| They are weeping for their men
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| Then why are all the men there weeping?
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| They are weeping back at them
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| This is a weeping song
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| A song in which to weep
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| While all the men and women sleep
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| This is a weeping song
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| But I won’t be weeping long
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| Father, why are all the children weeping?
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| They are merely crying son
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| O, are they merely crying, father?
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| Yes, true weeping is yet to come
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| This is a weeping song
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| A song in which to weep
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| While all the men and women sleep
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| This is a weeping song
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| But I won’t be weeping long
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| O father tell me, are you weeping?
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| Your face seems wet to touch
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| O then I’m so sorry, father
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| I never thought I hurt you so much
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| This is a weeping song
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| A song in which to weep
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| While we rock ourselves to sleep
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| This is a weeping song
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| But I won’t be weeping long
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| But I won’t be weeping long
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| But I won’t be weeping long
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| But I won’t be weeping long |