Me son is born
Setting the voice for future self
Creator of constant sorrow
When life gets older, grey and wise
No longer seeing the little elf
Me son is born
No longer hearing the advice
Nor taking books from the shelf
Creator of constant sorrow
Looking for tomorrow
Only to find myself
Me son is born
As my heart is torn
Ripped by a pick helve
Creator of constant sorrow
And despite the knowledge to borrow
Despite all pelf
Me son is born
Creator of constant sorrow