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Mother stop your struggle, father drop your axe

feel the may rain flow, this spring will see no flowers grow

mother oh so cold, father he freezes in this tracks

feel the may rain flow, this spring will see no flowers grow

may, all die, may, all die, may, all die

father: where's my son? mother: he's stillborn

feel the may rain flow, this spring will see no children grow

father sings his lullabies, mother says her last good byes

feel the may rain flow, this spring will see all of us go