The chorus, compared to the verses, is very short, and on the sheet music I've written it differently every time. First the two voices are clearly independant, then they alternate in some sort of cannon, and at the end they sing the same thing together.
Both Sides of Sorrow
Child’s words
Mother’s words
Both
My
mother went, left me behind
She
was so sweet, lovely and kind
She's
all I got and forsook me
They
say she went on a journey
But
never answer when I ask
Where
she is or when she comes back
My
mother left
And
I’m waiting, waiting, waiting…
I
want to give birth to a child
So
long I've hoped so hard I've tried
I've
prayed God and my lucky stars
To
hold my baby in my arms
But
nothing comes, and I'm worn out
Month
after month time's running out
I
am worn out
Nights
of waking...
Waking,
waking, waking…
And
I'm waiting, waiting…
Oh,
Lord !
Giet
her back if it's true
That
orphans find mercy in you !
Lord,
listen to my cry
Give
me children, or else I die!
They
said I needed to be brave
The
day they took me to the grave
And
then I was finally told
The
harsh truth I had to behold
That
she's never gonna return
That
she watches me from heaven
I
cannot hold
Her
ghost waning, waning, waning…
I'm
addressing the physician
As
I'm growing the suspicion
That
something's wrong in my body
I’ll
never expect a baby
My
plans are all falling apart
Oh
I wanted a child so hard
So
very hard
And
I'm weeping…
Weeping,
weeping, weeping…
Her
ghost waning, waning…
Oh
Lord !
Get
her back if it's true
Lord,
listen to my cry
That
orphans find mercy in you !
Give
me children, or else I die!
I've
spent tens or hundreds or so
Hours
sitting at the window
Because
they had thought, the grown-ups
From
their big height and experience
Poor
kid is too young to bereave
And
it's easier to deceive
At
the window
Time
spent wishing, wishing, wishing...
When
the doctor told me my fate
How
much more bitter could it taste ?
There
must be shreds of hope to find
And
yet today none comes to mind
All
I can see is my future
Scattered
by meaningless figures
Oh,
the future
I
was weaving…
Weaving,
weaving, weaving…
Time
spent wishing, wishing…
Oh
Lord !
Get
her back if it's true
Lord,
listen to my cry
That
orphans find mercy in you !
Give
me children, or else I die!
They
gave me to the orphanage
It
is no home more like a cage
There
must be children out there (There
are children there)
Who
would
need my
love
and my
care (Who
need love and care)
We're
facing the
same wall
of woe (Facing
a wall of woe)
On
both sides of the same sorrow
If
I can make it go
Then
I'm willing...
Willing,
willing…
Oh
Lord !
Bring
us together if it's true
That
orphans find mercy in you !
