A TALE OF TEARS

I still remember
The things as it happens
The tears that falls
The good things comes
From all around the world
All around the world
There is good to come
That very morning
That early morning
I hear the song
And by ten I was told
The North rioted again
And killed my uncle
What would have been good
And lovely to say
It is a good luck
Has become our bad luck
And still many tales
That we have to tell.