Absalom, my son, my son, Absalom
Absalom, my son, my son
Would to God I had died and you were still alive
Absalom, my son, my son

Absalom, my son, it was only yesterday
You were a babe playing round my floor
Now you're lifeless and cold as cold as the clay
I will never hear your laughter anymore

Absalom, my son, my son, Absalom
Absalom, my son, my son
Would to God I had died and you were still alive
Absalom, my son, my son

Had I known at the start of the misery and pain
And all of the sorrow that power can bring
I'd have stayed in my fields through the cold and the rain
And I never would have sought to be king