Run to your father tell him that we're gone away for good
The rive's gone dry and the oriole cries in the woods
You've covered your face and resigned to your fate
But your teardrops will stain on the ground

Run to your mother tell her to put her brushes away
The montain has crumbled and the idle have started to pray
The doomsayer smiles and as he closes his eyes
For what we've lost can never again be found

Run to your brother tell him to put his gun back on the shelf
The enemy is here and I fear we created him ourselves
We've given no choice to the man with no voice
So he takes what he can before he drowns

Run to your sister tell her that we need her the most
She's married by now but it isn't the man that she chose
He pockets her gains and erases her name
She protests but he's the mayor of the town