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Nick Cave The Bad Seeds Sorrow S Child

to come Sorrow's child sits by the water Sorrow's child your arms enfold her Sorrow's child you're loathe to befriend her Sorrow's child but in sorrow

to come Sorrow's child sits by the water Sorrow's child your arms enfold her Sorrow's child you're loathe to befriend her Sorrow's child but in sorrow

to come Sorrow's child sits by the water Sorrow's child your arms enfold her Sorrow's child you're loathe to befriend her Sorrow's child but in sorrow

gentle and the wolf will be tame, And the lion shall lie down with the lamb, that's what it says, And the beasts from the wild will be led by a child