Goodbye
When days are dead and skies are grey
When roads with dust are trodden down
When soil is hard as sunbaked clay
And once green grass is stiff and brown
When home is not but ash and dust
When children can no longer cry
When kindly friend has broken trust
And heart is now too tired to try
When mountain mist is turned to smoke
When clouds forever shade the earth
When dust that rises makes us choke
And child born is dead from birth