David
David the King asked the man who had come,
“Is it well with my son, Absalom?”
“Is it well with my son, Absalom?”
“Would all who arose against Lord and King,
Be ghosts, as your Absalom.”
David the King was grieved and moved,
He went to his chamber and cried.
He went to his chamber and cried.
“Oh my son, oh my son, would to God I had died,
Not you Absalom, my son.”
David the King fell down and wept,
The tears slowly rolled from his eyes.
The tears slowly rolled from his eyes.
“Can it be, can it be, that I have survived,
And you, Absalom, have died?”
“My son, my son, Absalom, my son,
Oh, Absalom, my son
My son, my son, Absalom, my son,
Oh, where have you gone?
“My son, my son, Absalom, my son,
Oh, Absalom, my son
My son, my son, Absalom, my son,
Oh, you’re gone.
