the sire of sorrow-joni mitchell

　　Let me spit out my bitterness

　　Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh

　　Let me speak

　　Do you have eyes

　　Can you see like mankind sees

　　Why have you soured and curdled me

　　Oh you tireless watcher what have I done to you

　　That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true

　　Once I was blessed I was awaited like the rain

　　Like eyes for the blind like feet for the lame

　　Kings heard my words and they sought out my company

　　But now the janitors of shadowland flick their brooms at me

　　Oh you tireless watcher what have I done to you

　　That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true

　　(Man is the sire of sorrow)

　　I've lost all taste for life

　　I'm all complaints

　　Tell me why do you starve the faithful

　　Why do you crucify the saints

　　And you let the wicked prosper

　　You let their children frisk like deer

　　And my loves are dead or dying or they don't come near

　　(We don't despise your chastening god is correcting you)

　　Oh and look who comes to counsel my deep distress

　　Oh these pompous physicians

　　What carelessness

　　(Oh all this ranting all this wind filling our ears with trash)

　　Breathtaking ignorance adding insult to injury

　　They come blaming and shaming

　　(Evil doer)

　　And shattering me

　　(This vain man wishes to seem wise a man born of asses)

　　Oh you tireless watcher what have I done to you

　　That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true

　　(We don't despise your chastening)

　　Already on a bed of sighs and screams

　　And still you torture me with visions

　　You give me terrifying dreams

　　Better I was carried from the womb straight to the grave

　　I see the diggers waiting they're leaning on their spades

　　(Man is the sire of sorrow sure as the sparks ascend)

　　Oh where is hope while you're wondering what went wrong

　　Why give me light and then this dark without a dawn

　　(Evil is sweet in your mouth)

　　(Hiding under your tongue show your face)

　　(What a long fall from grace)

　　Help me understand

　　What is the reason for your heavy hand

　　(You're stumbling in shadows you have no name now)

　　Was it the sins of my youth

　　What have I done to you

　　That you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true

　　(Oh your guilt must weigh so greatly)

　　Everything I dread and everything I fear come true

　　(Man is the sire of sorrow)

　　Oh you make everything I dread and everything I fear come true