The children cry, the work never ends
Theres not a single friend
Who will hold her hand in the sunken lands?
The mud and tears melt the cotton balls
Its a heavy toll
Oh oh
His words are cruel and they sting like fire
Like the devils choir
Oh oh
But who will hold her hand in the sunken lands?
The river rises and she sails away
But she could never stay
Oh oh
Now her work is done in the sunken lands
Theres five empty cans