text: Theres grievin in the country
  Theres sorrow in the sand
  Theres sobbin in the shanty
  And theres anger in the land
  A woman broods in silence
  Close beside an open door;
  Flung on her flimsy doorstep
  Lies a corpse upon the floor
  youll not ask me why Im silent
  The woman said to me;
  Her two eyes blazed in anger
  And her throat throbbed agony
  Once my heart could cry in sorrow
  Now it lies there on the floor
  In the ashes by the hearthstone;
  They cant hurt it anymore
  Oh, let the wind go cryin yonder
  In the tree-tops by the spring
  Let its voice be soft and feelin
  Like it was a livin thing
  Theres grievin in the country
  Theres sorrow in the sand
  Theres sobbin in the shanty
  And theres anger in the land