Come down in a wind house No sailor, no mast No rope they would only have hung before The disorder of the roof around my feet ♪ Hole in my head for the chinook A nail pierces my skull And all the pans are mangled You could only make misshapen food ♪ Don't cry children Mother's gone to heaven Don't cry children Mother's gone to heaven Don't cry children Mother's gone to heaven Don't cry children Mother's gone to heaven ♪ Don't cry children Mother's gone to heaven Don't cry children Mother's gone to heaven Don't cry children Mother's gone to heaven Don't cry children Mother's gone to heaven