(Refrain)

A poor man am I
I crawl beneath the sky.

I fought my head
With pity bled
The moon rose red...

I struggled with the word
It seems so few heard.

I turned from sin
I took good in
Became so thin...

My son lies dead
A tumor in his head.

My dear and darling wife
Took all her tears with a knife

A jet-plane goes down
Through the ice
Two hundred frightened people
Torn from life
A fat one praises God
Cause she's alive...

Now I see
Your angels over me.

A poor man am I
I crawl beneath the sky
The moon rises high...

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