Hollow

All grief is mine and I am hollow
 I'm parched with pain and cannot swallow
 I dress myself in shrouds of shadow
 And lay my head up on the ground
 And lay my head up on the ground
 All grief is mine and I am hollow
 I hold no vision of tomorrow
 My child has wandered to the meadow
 And now is gone gone gone gone, And now is gone
 For others Joy. For others Light
 For others Peace. For others day will follow night
 For others golden is the flower
 For others Fate on them has smiled
 For others hope
 But not the mother without child
 But not the mother without child
 Gone gone gone gone gone
 Gone gone gone gone gone
 All grief is mine and I am hollow
 The field was ripe but now is fallow
 I dress myself in shrouds of shadow
 And lay my head upon the ground
 And lay my head upon the ground