| Sorrow’s child sits by the river
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| Sorrow’s child hears not the water
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| Sorrow’s child sits by the river
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| Sorrow’s child hears not the water
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| And just when you feel as though
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| You’ve got strength enough to stand
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| Sorrow’s child all weak and strange
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| Stands waiting at your hand
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| Sorrow’s child steps in the water
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| Sorrow’s child you follow after
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| Sorrow’s child wades in deeper
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| Sorrow’s child invites you under
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| And just when you thought as though
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| All your tears were wept and done
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| Sorrow’s child grieves not what has passed
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| But all the past still yet to come
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| Sorrow’s child sits by the water
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| Sorrow’s child your arms enfold her
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| Sorrow’s child you’re loathe to befriend her
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| Sorrow’s child but in sorrow surrender
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| And just when is seems as though
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| All your tears were at an end
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| Sorrow’s child lifts up her hand
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| And she brings it down again |