Father:
We heard no sighs, no signs of distress
Even as a child he was always caressed
 
Why should you blame yourself?
I had paid all of my debts,
With my own tired hands
I was there building a nest
 
This child fed on your sores
(All is gone)
Still you love him so
(On and on)
Onward he will go
(Our son is gone)
Leaving you alone
This ungrateful son of yours
 
Dim the lights in the window
Gone are the days we were home
At least we’re together
For all that I care he could never return
 
This child fed on your sores
(All is gone)
Still you love him so
(On and on)
Onward he will go
(Our son is gone)
Leaving you alone
This ungrateful son of yours