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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 his 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