Where are the hooks to hang me
Where are the arrows we've sharpened
Where is the gold to buy me
Where is the fuel to feed me
Where is your shoulder to cry on
Where is your back to hold me
Where are the bells to summon us
Where is the ring you sold me
Tell me, won't you tell me
Tell me, won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
Where is the river we sat by
Who took the jewels in the hallway
Who are the thieves in the grass
Who was last out of the building
Who told the priest we were leaving
Why are my arms still aching
Why are the goods trains silent
Don't they know what's occurring
Tell me, won't you tell me
Tell me, won't you tell me
Won't you tell me
Why are the yards all quiet now
Just tungsten lights and breathing
Shouldn't they be bringing water
Why aren't there sirens screaming
Tell me, won't you tell me
Tell me, won't you tell me
Won't you tell me