Lachrymae

See the women crying,
naked children lying in the dust
naked children lying in the dust.



Ride past the mounds of cement
where the city's pounded into dust,
the city is pounded into dust.

Lachrymae... Oh, lachrymae!

I said, the city pounded into dust:
broken stones, just broken stones,
do you hear me, just broken stones.

Lachrymae... Oh, lachrymae!

Just broken stones, broken stones
the city pounded into dust, broken,
broken stones, just broken stones.

Lachrymae... Oh, lachrymae!

Christopher T. George