All the past still yet to come

Sorrow's child, sits by the river,
Sorrow's child, hears not the water

And just when it seems as though
You've got strength enough to stand,
Sorrow's child, all weak and strange,
Stands waiting at your hand

Sorrow's child, steps in the water
Sorrow's child, you follow after
Sorrow's child, wades in deeper
Sorrow's child, invites you under

And just when you thought as though
All your tears were wept and done,
Sorrow's child grieves not what has passed
But all the past still yet to come

Sorrow's child, sits by the water
Sorrow's child, your arms enfold her
Sorrow's child, you're loathe to befriend her
Sorrow's child, but in sorrow surrender

And just when is seems as though
All your tears were at an end,
Sorrow's child lifts up her hand
And she brings it down again

Nick Cave