Mother - stop your [bad word] 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