Tell me why you are crying, my son

Are you frightened like most everyone

Is it the thunder in the distance you hear

Will it help if I stay very near, I am here

And if you take my hand, my son,

All will be well when the day is done

And if you take my hand, my son

All will be well when the day is done

Day is done, when the day is done

Day is done, when the day is done

Day is done, when the day is done

Day is done

So you ask why I'm sighing, my son

You must inherit what mankind has done

In this world full of sorrow and woe

If you ask me why this is so, I don't know

Why are you smiling, my son

Is there a secret you can tell everyone

Do you know more than men that are wise

Can you see what we all must disguise, through your loving eyes