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 earth For happiness that should have been his
And through no fault of his own He has suffered 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 …