The last time I cried, I was sitting home,
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And it was deep in the night,
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Staring at the shadows and the flickering lights,
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Giving all that I had, to take them away,
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Giving all that I had, to make them pay;
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The last time I cried, I could see the people,
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Long ago in the rain,
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Waiting as the soldiers put them all on a train,
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And the hands on the bars, the eyes full of tears,
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And the word is the same, for a thousand years,
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Eli Eli Lama, oh Lord, you have forsaken me,
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Eli Eli Lama, oh Lord, you have forsaken me;
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The last time I cried, I could not believe it,
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When I held on a face,
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Staring at a soldier with his gun in the rain,
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It was the face of a child, my child here asleep,
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And the soldier who smiled, the man was me,
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Eli Eli Lama, oh Lord, you have forsaken me,
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Eli Eli Lama, oh why, have you forsaken me?
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Eli Eli Lama, oh Lord, you have forsaken me,
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The last time I cried, the last time I cried,
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The last time I cried, the last time I cried,
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The last time I cried, the last time I cried,
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The last time I cried, the last time I cried,
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The last time.
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The Last Time I Cried
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| Chris De Burgh |
