When the first man was born
He was held in the arms
Of a man-child

And the first tear he shed
Was the first to be shed
By a man-child

Then the first wrong was done
When committed it caused harm
To a man-child
(To a man-child)

He took a sister for his mate
Then they left the garden gate
This same man-child
(This same man-child)

Being the first to leave home
To forever he may roam
Who Lord?
Scorned for
Man-child

And still years from his birth
He has searched this vast еarth
For happiness that should have been his
And through no fault of his own
He has suffеred so long

Lonely
Lonely
Lonely
Lonely man-child

Now that times have moved on
He still looked on with scorn
Lonely man-child

He tries to give love abound
The past follow him round
Lonely man-child

What other men don't understand
We are all of that first man
We're the sons of
That same man-child
We're the sons of
That same man-child
We're the sons of
That same man-child