What child is this / who lays to rest

On mother’s grave / Is sleeping

Who danger greets, who hunger eats, 

What peace in the world are we keeping

What comfort for the child who bled,

Who sings alone mother’s lullaby?

What soft embrace from this earthen bed 

What child should pray that they too should die

Tornsleeves my orphan’d boy

Torn feet and waking nights

Torn he alone survives

His heart torn apart, my Tornsleeves

What future for a child once blessed

Now left to fend independently

What hope remains in the tears that stain

The face of a child without family

Tornsleeves my orphan’d boy

Torn feet and waking nights

Torn he alone survives

His heart torn apart, my Tornsleeves