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