Jack Sorrow he looked Death in the face
Then made a joke, to replace
The empty space between
Today and tomorrow, he said
There can only be so much
Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow
There can only be
So much sorrow
Jack Sorrow spoke to Death
Beneath a darkening sky
He said, sir, is it true
Tonight I die
Death sighed and said
A little time, you may borrow
But there can only be so much
Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow
There can only be so much sorrow
Take my scythe and sharpen it's
Laughing blade
I need to rest a while
And watch the children play
Death felt the weight of playing God
And wished he was some other sod
Perhaps a baker, or a learned scholar
And there can only be so much
Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow
There can only be...
So much
Jack Sorrow had a heart, and he could see
That Death was sad, as sad could be
Cried Jack, please sir, have back the time I borrowed
For there should only be so much
Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow
There can only be so much
Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow
There should only be so much
Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow
There can only be so much
Sorrow