The Little Children Weep

The widows of the mountains make the cold wind blow
The orphans of the hills make the Spring come slow
The elder in the shanty says he claims to know
Where the little children go when the cold wind blows

The weeping willow sobs 'cause his branches droop down
The screaming seedling cries 'til it breaks through the ground
The cold crows flutter while the hawks circle 'round
and the little children cry without making a sound

The puppy dog bites and the bumble bee stings
The preacher says his sermon without changing a thing
The little old lady lost her old diamond ring
and the little children slumber 'till they smell the new Spring

The widows of the mountains lay down and go to sleep
The orphans of the hills dream the dreams they can keep
The lilocks bloom and the peepers start to peep
The little children wake and then start to weep


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