Tell me why you’re crying my son,
I know you’re frightened like ev’ryone.
Is it the thunder in the distance you fear?
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.
Do you ask why I’m sighing, my son?
You shall inherit what mankind has done.
In a world filled with sorrow and woe
If you ask me why this is so . . .
I really don’t know.
And if you take my hand, my son,
All will be well when the day is done,
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.
Tell me why you’re smiling, my son,
